"Don't shoulder everything by yourself."
"I will be with you."
Zhang Ye was by then completely immersed in the broad embrace of the woman.
It felt like plunging headfirst into cotton.
Soft and comfortable.
Without any hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her, and amidst her exclamations, he pressed their bodies tightly together.
Ai Bing's mature body displayed its allure to the fullest extent at that moment.
Every ounce of flesh seemed to be just right.
Zhang Ye greedily inhaled the woman's scent, and his hands began to misbehave, kneading behind her back, enjoying the delightful sensation as if ripples were flowing between his fingers.
"All right!"
"What are you doing!"
"We're talking about serious matters, what are you groping for?"
Ai Bing said this, yet the hand cradling his head did not loosen its grip, and instead, there was a hint of indulgence in her eyes.
Zhang Ye smiled carelessly, his hands not ceasing their movements.
