Ye Fei was tightly pressed up against Yang Hongyu, and he was already struggling to hold back.
He desperately wanted to stop the tricycle right there and drag Yang Hongyu into the cornfield to have his way with her.
But having interacted with Yang Hongyu for several days, Ye Fei had gotten a bit savvier.
Damn, if you want to sleep with me, just say it already.
Why beat around the bush like this?
If you don't make a move, neither will I.
Ye Fei resolved that he absolutely couldn't show any weakness in front of Yang Hongyu.
It's not like he didn't have any women; even if he wanted to sleep with her, he didn't need to shamelessly lower his status.
Clearly trying to seduce me, yet she says it's just because the weather is too hot.
Her skirt is almost flipped up over her waist—it's not heat, it's horniness.
Yang Hongyu has more tricks up her sleeve than a hornet's nest.
