After making sure Zhao Yaya was settled in, Tangyu came back down to pick up Guo Momo. As he embraced her, a refreshing scent wafted to his nose—it was the rare fragrance of her natural body odor. Every woman with a body odor like this had certain unique physical characteristics.
Guo Momo was wearing a dress, and when Tangyu carried her, his hands happened to wrap around her thighs. Although her face was flushed and hot from the alcohol, her body was strangely cool to the touch. It was soft, smooth, and tender, with a fleshy feel to it. Tangyu might not have dark thoughts about Zhao Yaya, but faced with Guo Momo, he felt an agitation rising from his abdomen.
Any man holding such a beauty, drunk and unconscious, would find it hard not to think about those aspects—it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
