Hearing this, Rong Anyao also chuckled, her tears dissolving in her smile as she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "You bad guy, lying without even blushing."
"Without this body, you definitely wouldn't want me anymore."
"Who says so? A single night of marriage endears a hundred nights," Zhang Xiaomeng said with a wicked smile.
Rong Anyao felt a bit coy, gently pinching the soft flesh around Zhang Xiaomeng's waist.
"Then you can never treat me badly in the future."
"Of course not."
With a smile on her face, Rong Anyao happily snuggled into Zhang Xiaomeng's arms, her right hand drawing circles on his chest. The two looked incredibly sweet together.
Zhang Xiaomeng seized Rong Anyao's fullness, and with great force, he brought forth miracles, sculpting out various shapes.
Rong Anyao cried out in surprise, her entire face blushing, a flush spreading over her.
"Xiaomeng, just pretend you're taking pity on me, okay? I really can't take it any more."
