In a dazed haze, Cheng Yuan felt someone rubbing against his body.
With a bitter smile, Cheng Yuan opened his eyes.
Had he had another erotic dream?
But why couldn't he see the face of the female lead this time?
Cheng Yuan strained his eyes to see more clearly.
His pupils gradually focused, and he saw a beautiful back in a JK-style miniskirt.
Then, his sense of touch slowly returned, and he felt himself holding a delicate and boneless body.
Even through a layer of fabric, Cheng Yuan could feel the heat emanating from this body.
Soon, Cheng Yuan's consciousness fully returned.
Was it Jiang Nuo rubbing against him?
What the hell?
Didn't Jiang Nuo almost die at his hands yesterday?
Wasn't she swollen beyond recognition?
Why would she dare to provoke him again?
Cheng Yuan instinctively looked down.
He discovered that the little peach had the swelling gone.
It was tender and pink.
It seemed to be coated with glistening dew.
God damn it!
