"Mmm,"
Zheng Yanyan was somewhat moved by Zhou Yuwen's actions, although the position was indeed a bit difficult; she reached behind to grasp his neck with both hands.
Pulling Zhou Yuwen forward, he cooperated, directly rolling over to lie on the floor – after all, the entire yoga studio was padded with soft mats.
Zhou Yuwen lay right on top of them, while Zheng Yanyan, in yoga pants, flipped over to lie on top of him.
The two hadn't seen each other for about a week, almost like a mini-honeymoon.
Zheng Yanyan, sitting atop little Zhou on her yoga mat, seemed to intentionally tease Zhou Yuwen, rubbing against him with that area.
Zhou Yuwen kissed Zheng Yanyan, his hands moving from her waist to her yoga pants-wrapped buttocks.
As the kisses grew more passionate, Zhou Yuwen thought about taking Zheng Yanyan right there.
But while kissing intensely, Zheng Yanyan suddenly furrowed her brows and asked Zhou Yuwen, "Why do I smell Tao Tian's perfume on you?"
