"Shen Yuan, don't do this, Bingying is still upstairs."
Zhou Peiwei, holding two dumbbells in her hands, couldn't push him away and could only try to stop him verbally.
But Shen Yuan was unyielding—as he gently rested his chin on her shoulder, his ten fingers played across her waist and thighs like a piano, causing her heart to flutter with every new inch they explored.
"Having just finished running, the moisture in your body has turned to sweat and is pouring out. What do you think she's doing up there, and how long will it take?"
At his words, Zhou Peiwei immediately thought of something and shook her head lightly, "No matter what she is doing, you can't do this. We're just ordinary friends."
"Is that all you want to be, just ordinary friends?"
Shen Yuan asked, lightly nibbling on her swan-like neck.
Zhou Peiwei clenched up, biting her lip and saying nothing. Questions like Shen Yuan's were no different from asking if she liked him or not.
