The next day, when Zhang Yang woke up, Cheng Yue was already gone.
If it weren't for the traces Cheng Yue had left on the bed, Zhang Yang would have really thought that last night was just a beautiful dream.
This made Zhang Yang unavoidably reminisce about Cheng Yue's boldness and craziness.
Who would have thought that the seemingly cold goddess could be so indulgent in bed? The strong contrast was simply irresistible to Zhang Yang.
And there was Cheng Yue's intoxicating moaning, echoing in his ears and leaving a lingering taste.
If Cheng Yue knew that Zhang Yang was still thinking about her now, she would definitely burst into joyful laughter.
At this moment, the ringtone of his cellphone pulled Zhang Yang's thoughts back from that wonderful reverie.
Seeing the caller ID, Zhang Yang immediately answered the phone.
"Hello, Cousin!"
