"What's there to think about?" Zheng Yanyan pouted her lips, but in fact, just now, aside from having a substantive relationship, just about everything else had happened between Zhou Yuwen and Zheng Yanyan.
Zheng Yanyan was only wearing a nightgown, which was loosely draped over her, hanging off her elbows and revealing her fair, fragrant shoulders. Her pink, long hair cascaded down, covering her body.
When Zhou Yuwen said this, it actually made Zheng Yanyan feel quite upset inside, oh, I'm already like this, and you're still thinking?
So you don't want to sleep with me?
Isn't that the same as not wanting me at all?
Zheng Yanyan sat on Zhou Yuwen's lap, her buttocks wrapped in CK, full of resilience.
She lay in Zhou Yuwen's arms, like a well-behaved kitten, seeking to please her master.
Zhou Yuwen held Zheng Yanyan's slim waist with one hand, while the other rested behind his head. He laughed upon hearing this.
