"Can I call you Yaya?" Tang Feng asked softly, holding the woman in his arms.
Ever since the first time he heard this woman sing at the club, Tang Feng felt something different about her.
The woman's eyes were already veiled with a layer of mist.
Her slender body, tenderly nestled in Tang Feng's embrace, felt incredibly soft.
"Mm..." She silently nodded.
Her demeanor was still somewhat shy.
Tang Feng bent down and kissed Yaya's enticing red lips.
Yaya was dressed simply, without much jewelry, her clothes modest in contrast to Zheng Yuqi's.
At first glance, it even seemed plain.
Of course, this wasn't to say she was poor, but rather it was a personal lifestyle choice.
Tang Feng's hand, under her skirt and through her panties, gently pressed against that plump territory.
More and more moisture seeped out from underneath.
His finger pressed on the panties, drenched by the seeping moisture.
"Mmm... Mmm..." Yaya moaned softly.
