Zheng Yanyan was wearing a little camisole today, which made it even more convenient for Zhou Yuwen to act, with just a slide of the shoulder strap to the side, her snow-white buns were immediately exposed.
Of course, Zheng Yanyan would still use her hands to cover up a bit, not allowing everything to be revealed.
Even so, it was like trying to hide something in plain sight; the lighting here was dim and at a glance, the Zheng Yanyan in his arms looked even whiter. Zhou Yuwen didn't consult her and just tore off her camisole, and Zheng Yanyan was somewhat unhappy about it, giving Zhou Yuwen a cold look, but Zhou Yuwen didn't give her the chance to complain.
He simply sealed her lips with his own.
"Mmm!"
Zheng Yanyan couldn't help but let out a soft moan, wanting to say something, mainly because Zhou Yuwen was too overpowering and didn't give her a chance to resist.
