Yun Yuwan was momentarily dumbfounded. What was she called?
Tentatively, she asked, "Yangzhi?"
The woman's voice was seductively sweet, her soft and mature body pressing against his back, her arm hooked around his waist. Her narrow, pink nails were coated with clear polish, giving off a delicate sheen.
When she called out to him like this, it made him feel like his treasure had grown up.
Wen Yangzhi's voice was as steady as agarwood, magnetic with the tremble of an electric current, "What do you want to talk about?"
She immediately took the opportunity to climb up the pole, "Could you not kiss me in front of mom and dad?"
She didn't whine to him but instead asked him softly while winding herself around his waist.
At this moment, one could indeed feel that it was a seductive woman speaking these words against him.
At the very least, they were equals, her tone relating solely to the affairs of men and women, unrelated to anything else.
