The woman's eyes brimmed with hot tears, her voice plaintive, her stunningly beautiful face now dampened by tears.
Her appearance, truly like a pear blossom bathed in rain, inevitably tugged at the heartstrings.
Yet, in this moment, breathing in Murong Fenghua's scent, Zhang Xiaomeng felt an intense heat throughout his body.
He could no longer concern himself with so much, his tone low as he said:
"Give in to me, just once, once will be enough."
As he spoke, Zhang Xiaomeng reached out again to undo Murong Fenghua's buttons.
"No, it really can't happen!"
Murong Fenghua rejected him again, her voice a few notches higher than before.
"Zhang Xiaomeng, please show me some respect, I really don't want this right now."
Biting her own luscious lips, Murong Fenghua finished her sentence as though it took all her strength.
Seeing the woman's firm stance, Zhang Xiaomeng shook his head reluctantly.
