"Xiaomeng, you bad boy, don't look at me like that, I—I'm so shy." Wang Yuyan covered her burning hot cheeks.
With Wang Tianshan asleep, Zhang Xiaomeng naturally didn't hold back.
His large hand directly embraced Wang Yuyan, who promptly collapsed into his arms, softly yielding.
"Ah, Xiaomeng, stop it, dad is still here, isn't he?" Wang Yuyan felt enormous shame, trying to get out of Zhang Xiaomeng's embrace, but he didn't care about that at all and directly kissed her soft, fragrant lips.
In just a moment, Wang Yuyan was left breathless.
"Your dad has basically given his approval for you to marry me."
"Could it be that you're unwilling?" Zhang Xiaomeng asked with a playful smile.
His hand, however, continued to wander over Wang Yuyan's body.
Wang Yuyan gave Zhang Xiaomeng a bashful glare and spat lightly, "What nonsense are you talking about, I—I've given you everything."
"And here you are, still teasing me."
She immediately buried her head into Zhang Xiaomeng's chest.
