Lin Youyou's seductive words caught Chen Ziyang off guard.
Was this the same wildcat from Fragrance Street he knew?
However, while he was still in shock, Lin Youyou had already undone the buttons of his shirt.
Soon, Lin Youyou's fragrant tongue traced its way down from his chest.
Her soft hands were also rubbing over Chen Ziyang's firm chest from time to time.
"Youyou, you..."
"Ziyang, don't talk, I'll get shy."
Lin Youyou's voice was faint but filled with determination.
The last time she and Chen Ziyang were interrupted mid-act, she really went to ask Yang Muxue for advice afterwards.
And Yang Muxue spared no details in her teachings to Lin Youyou.
Including Chen Ziyang's likes, his sensitive spots, now Lin Youyou had them all memorized.
In the dark, Lin Youyou's mental burden was much lighter, and she was braver than before.
She guided Chen Ziyang to the sofa in the hall.
Chen Ziyang sat on the sofa, feeling his pants being undone by Lin Youyou...
