"Ah, Zhang Xiaomeng, don't do this." Yuyan's peaks were held in Zhang Xiaomeng's palm, constantly changing into various shapes. Even though it was through a tight-fitting dress, it still made Wang Yuyan somewhat panicked, her entire body becoming inexplicably soft and limp.
Just as Wang Yuyan was about to push Zhang Xiaomeng away, at this moment, Zhang Xiaomeng had already kissed Wang Yuyan's tender lips.
Her mind went blank, her hands helplessly flapping against Zhang Xiaomeng, but extremely helpless.
Zhang Xiaomeng's body pressed against Wang Yuyan's tight dress, and he could even feel the temperature of Wang Yuyan's skin surface.
As the large hand continued to delve deeper, the real collision of finger and flesh made Wang Yuyan's body begin to tremble.
"Zhang Xiaomeng, you big liar."
"To bully me again," Wang Yuyan nearly cried, but could only make whimpering sounds.
I should have known better than to let Zhang Xiaomeng treat me; this is like leading a wolf into the house.
