Zhang Yang did not hesitate and soon arrived at the room where Shen Mange was staying.
Knowing that Zhang Yang was coming, the door was open, and Shen Jiayi was waiting at the door.
"Brother Zhang Yang, I missed you so much," Shen Jiayi clung to Zhang Yang like a little bird leaning on a person.
The scent of the young girl also hit him, filling Zhang Yang with a delightful sense of youth and tenderness.
He hugged Shen Jiayi's small buttocks reflexively, the soft touch making him unable to resist squeezing a couple of times.
Shen Jiayi was light, her weight of ninety pounds was nothing to Zhang Yang. Hearing the girl's undisguised sweet nothings and longing, Zhang Yang also felt extremely happy. He spun Shen Jiayi around a few times, causing her to giggle nonstop.
It seemed as though the air was sweeter whenever she was with Zhang Yang.
They had only been apart for just over an hour, yet he had missed her terribly.
