Zhang Xiaomeng moved swiftly, turning his face to peck a kiss on Liu Bingqing's red lips.
Liu Bingqing, realizing that the kiss had landed in the wrong place, glared at Zhang Xiaomeng, a bit huffed.
"You big liar, I'm not talking to you."
After saying that, Liu Bingqing walked out of the room with a twist of her shapely rear.
That night, Zhang Xiaomeng slept exceptionally well.
When he woke up the next day, he groggily sensed someone sitting by the bed.
Opening his bleary eyes, he saw that delicate fair face and those beautifully innocent curves.
Who could it be but Liu Bingqing?
"This woman was so shy yesterday, and today she can't even wait for me to get up before she comes to find me,"
thought Zhang Xiaomeng, chuckling inwardly. He pretended to be deep asleep, his foot kicking the woman's perky rear.
The soft and resilient sensation was utterly delightful.
