Chen Fan's palm gently crept into the tightly bounded garment, felt a smooth texture under his hand, and the hand seemed to be stuck in it. It was even more softer than the good silk.
Yun Meng's eyes opened, and she gave out a whimper like a cat and slowly closed her eyes again.
MEEEE AAAAAAA EEEEE
The shrill howling voice, which came from the window, was still loud and fierce.
The dark bedroom could only illuminate Chen Fan's face when the lightning struck, while Yun Meng's face was buried under the quilt. She was very ashamed and afraid.
Better to not study Chen Fan's thoughts at that moment, as they were very superficial and straightforward. Anyone could guess what they were.
