Tang Feng waved his hand, and the private room door locked itself. With a sweep of his Divine Sense to ensure there was no surveillance, he lifted Cheng Rong onto his lap.
His hand then reached inside her top, through the collar.
Cheng Rong's body trembled; she knew she was about to capitulate at this moment.
Seeing her expression, Tang Feng could no longer hold back. He gently lifted Cheng Rong's body, and the next moment he heard her enchanting voice rise.
After a while, the sounds died down, the alcohol faded, and Cheng Rong was resting quietly against Tang Feng's body, still catching her breath. She could hardly believe the feeling she had just experienced.
She had never felt it since getting married—the forbidden, the excitement, the madness had deeply shaken her soul. Thinking of how she had acted just now, she felt like she had become a different person.
Looking at Tang Feng before her, she inwardly muttered, "Little nemesis."
