The street lights in the community cannot shine the light into the house through the glass windows.

She reached out and instinctively touched the switch on the wall.

As soon as he raised his hand, it was held by a strong thug.

Immediately afterwards, she bumped into a solid chest.

She wanted to struggle and scream, but she was not given a chance to struggle or call for help.

For a moment, the lips were blocked, followed by the unique smell of a man.

A kiss that was cathartic, domineering and extremely gentle; these strong arms, strong chest, and strong masculine aura all told her who this man was.

This kiss was so familiar to her. After being kissed by him once, she was addicted.

This hug was so familiar. She had been hugged by him once, and she felt that no one in the world could give her such a familiar, comfortable, and irresistible hug better than him.

Maybe she figured it out and she stopped escaping.

Zhang Haiyang is enjoying this moment very much.

The selfless kiss between the two warmed the entire bedroom with their mutual longing and mutual enthusiasm in this cold winter.

Zheng Yuanyang was stunned for a few seconds at her enthusiastic response.

After just a few seconds, surprise rushed into his heart, and a fiery warmth passed through his heart and spread throughout his body.

He knew that at this moment, this woman's heart and body were completely his.

The two of them are like a field that has been dry for a long time, and the rain coincides with it, constantly absorbing each other.

The interior is warm and charming.

The next morning, it was the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, two days before the Spring Festival.

Zheng Yuanyang looked at the person in his arms, thinking about her initiative and enthusiasm yesterday, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise into a charming smile.

His hands unconsciously traced her peaceful sleeping face.

I was so exhausted last night that I didn't even get up and go for a walk today.

It seems that I have to be more restrained in the future, otherwise, this woman's body will be tormented by me.

Zhang Haiyang felt his face was a little itchy, so he patted it randomly with his hand, squirmed twice, nuzzled into Zheng Yuanyang's arms, found a comfortable position, and continued to sleep.

She had a beautiful dream.

In her dream, she saw a little girl as delicate as a porcelain doll, who looked just like her when she was a child. Her delicate baby face was like a little princess, wearing a pink skirt and being held by a man.

The man holding the girl is Zheng Yuanyang, who was previously domineering and cold, but now is tender and ruthless.

A scene of the three of them playing and chasing each other on the grass.

Very warm and cozy.

The corners of Zhang Haiyang's sleeping mouth curled up sweetly, with a look of happiness on his face.

"Heh...heh..." Zheng Yuanyang chuckled twice. With such a beautiful sleeping face, was he having a sweet dream? Was I in the dream?

When Zhang Haiyang got up, it was already past ten in the morning.

He reached out and subconsciously reached towards the other side of the bed, where there was still warmth.

Thinking of the chest full of masculine scent last night, the forgetful kiss, and what happened after that without realizing it.

She patted her hot cheeks, "Ah...," she yelled in annoyance.

Looking at the empty bed, Zhang Haiyang bit his lower lip: "Is he gone?"

She lifted the quilt and forgot about the fierce battle last night. She felt a dull pain in her lower abdomen. She felt uncomfortable. She wanted to go to the bathroom eagerly, but she couldn't stand firm. She lost her center of gravity and headed towards the ground.

Zhang Haiyang closed his eyes and waited patiently for the frightening pain.

Suddenly, the moment she closed her eyes, a pair of strong arms caught her firmly. The street lights in the community could not shine the light into the house through the glass windows.

She reached out and instinctively touched the switch on the wall.

As soon as he raised his hand, it was held by a strong thug.

Immediately afterwards, she bumped into a solid chest.

She wanted to struggle and scream, but she was not given a chance to struggle or call for help.

For a moment, the lips were blocked, followed by the unique smell of a man.

A kiss that was cathartic, domineering and extremely gentle; these strong arms, strong chest, and strong masculine aura all told her who this man was.

This kiss was so familiar to her. After being kissed by him once, she was addicted.

This hug was so familiar. She had been hugged by him once, and she felt that no one in the world could give her such a familiar, comfortable, and irresistible hug better than him.

Maybe she figured it out and she stopped escaping.

Zhang Haiyang is enjoying this moment very much.

The selfless kiss between the two warmed the entire bedroom with their mutual longing and mutual enthusiasm in this cold winter.

Zheng Yuanyang was stunned for a few seconds at her enthusiastic response.

After just a few seconds, surprise rushed into his heart, and a fiery warmth passed through his heart and spread throughout his body.

He knew that at this moment, this woman's heart and body were completely his.

The two of them are like a field that has been dry for a long time, and the rain coincides with it, constantly absorbing each other.

The interior is warm and charming.

The next morning, it was the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, two days before the Spring Festival.

Zheng Yuanyang looked at the person in his arms, thinking about her initiative and enthusiasm yesterday, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise into a charming smile.

His hands unconsciously traced her peaceful sleeping face.

I was so exhausted last night that I didn't even get up and go for a walk today.

It seems that I have to be more restrained in the future, otherwise, this woman's body will be tormented by me.

Zhang Haiyang felt his face was a little itchy, so he patted it randomly with his hand, squirmed twice, nuzzled into Zheng Yuanyang's arms, found a comfortable position, and continued to sleep.

She had a beautiful dream.

In her dream, she saw a little girl as delicate as a porcelain doll, who looked just like her when she was a child. Her delicate baby face was like a little princess, wearing a pink skirt and being held by a man.

The man holding the girl is Zheng Yuanyang, who was previously domineering and cold, but now is tender and ruthless.

A scene of the three of them playing and chasing each other on the grass.

Very warm and cozy.

The corners of Zhang Haiyang's sleeping mouth curled up sweetly, with a look of happiness on his face.

"Heh...heh..." Zheng Yuanyang chuckled twice. With such a beautiful sleeping face, was he having a sweet dream? Was I in the dream?

When Zhang Haiyang got up, it was already past ten in the morning.

He reached out and subconsciously reached towards the other side of the bed, where there was still warmth.

Thinking of the chest full of masculine scent last night, the forgetful kiss, and what happened after that without realizing it.

She patted her hot cheeks, "Ah...," she yelled in annoyance.

Looking at the empty bed, Zhang Haiyang bit his lower lip: "Is he gone?"

She lifted the quilt and forgot about the fierce battle last night. She felt a dull pain in her lower abdomen. She felt uncomfortable. She wanted to go to the bathroom eagerly, but she couldn't stand firm. She lost her center of gravity and headed towards the ground.

Zhang Haiyang closed his eyes and waited patiently for the frightening pain.
Chapter completed!