Huo Zhenyang, half-drunk and half-awake, couldn't help but curl his thin lips, the touch between his palm and fingertips feeling extremely pleasant.
"That meat bun wasn't a freebie with a phone top-up, was it?"
"Such a slender waist, hardly seems like someone who's given birth."
The soft cotton-like waist felt like melt-in-your-mouth jelly, and like delectable chocolate about to melt; it seemed if he applied a bit more force, she would break in his palm.
She felt the man's unyielding shackles, her heartbeat racing fiercely.
The faint scent of alcohol mixed with his warm breath made it difficult for her to breathe autonomously for a moment.
The breath lingering under her nose was so familiar, it felt like déjà vu, she couldn't determine where she had encountered it before, yet it didn't repulse her, and there was even an unconscious reliance on it…
