She was so content at the moment, she wished time could freeze right here.
But Shen Yuan was not satisfied with just that. When Zhou Peiwei's hands clenched into tiny fists, he stealthily breached her pink defenses.
"Um... Shen Yuan..."
Zhou Peiwei wanted to stop him, but her mouth was blocked, her hands lacked the strength to resist, and her body leaned powerlessly in his embrace.
It was over, it was over; they had already lost the top and middle lanes, and now even the bottom lane was about to fall.
Zhou Peiwei felt her heart sink and figured she might as well go with the flow.
With her eyes tightly shut, as Shen Yuan continued his actions, her fists opened quickly, clutching tightly onto Shen Yuan's back.
Shen Yuan sensed her change and opened his eyes.
Before him was a face that could launch a thousand ships, now twisted as if attempting to merge all its features, clearly struggling with self-restraint.
