At this moment, both were in a state of frankness, their skin in complete contact.
Zheng Yanyan's long legs were also resting on Zhou Yuwen's legs.
In fact, Zhou Yuwen quite liked holding girls like this. The bodies of young girls were tender, and for an older man like Zhou Yuwen, holding them was very comfortable.
Zhou Yuwen said, "You actually don't have to do anything. Just let me hold you like this, and I'm very happy. Every time I hold you, I think about fusing you into my body."
As Zhou Yuwen spoke, he kissed Zheng Yanyan's face twice. Seeing him say this, Zheng Yanyan also hugged Zhou Yuwen in return and asked, "What if one day I get tired of hugging?".
"How could that be, baby? You're so cute; I could never get tired of holding you in my lifetime," Zhou Yuwen coaxed Zheng Yanyan.
Upon hearing these words, Zheng Yanyan didn't know what to do, only feeling a sourness in her nose, and she blurted out, "But I'm really afraid you'll get tired of me and not want me."
