When night comes, the stars twinkle in the sky, blinking as if telling their thoughts.

The white moonlight hit Zhang Haiyang's cheek, covering it with a silver halo.

Her rosy cheeks and beautiful silver halo made her look charming.

Zheng Yuanyang looked a little obsessed. The bodies that were close to each other were slightly warm. His throat rolled twice and he swallowed his saliva.

The woman's softness rubbed against his strong chest with the rise and fall of her breathing.

Oh, damn it!

Even though he knew her body couldn't bear it, he still wanted to be so close to her.

The annoying Gu Qianwang kept shouting, and Zheng Yuanyang felt that he was asking for trouble.

It’s so uncomfortable for women to see but not eat!!!

Zhang Haiyang is not a person who doesn't understand the world. His lustful expression gently touched the depths of her heart.

Her weak, boneless hands lightly touched his waist and slid down his silver-gray shirt.

Zheng Yuanyang was frightened by the woman's bold move and was shocked all over.

In intimate contact between two people, you are always the one who takes the initiative, and the woman is always the passive one.

Today, she happened to...

He took a breath, pretended to be calm, held her little hand, and moved it out little by little.

Zhang Haiyang was a little confused and looked up at her.

Don’t men all like women to take the initiative? Why does her initiative result in his thundering zombie face?

She just wanted to make up for the man in front of her.

In their relationship, he has always been the one escaping.

She didn't make any efforts for their relationship, but instead blindly chose to escape.

Now, he has paved the way for their relationship to be bright and smooth.

What else does she want to do.

But nothing can be done to make it up to him.

The last resort is to package yourself up and give it to him.

What's the expression on this man's face? Has he begun to care about her running away again and again?

She didn't want to cause his feelings for her to fade away little by little because of her repeated evasion in this emotional tug-of-war.

"Zheng Yuanyang," she whispered softly, her soft voice reaching his eardrums.

The clamoring factor inside the man's body suddenly expanded, eroding his remaining sanity.

Zheng Yuanyang muttered silently in his heart: "The eldest sister has told me that he can't touch her within a month... he can't touch her... there are still 15 days left, he must persist, he must persist!"

He could not cause any harm to her body because of his momentary loss of control.

Zhang Haiyang didn't know what he was thinking. His eyebrows were furrowed, looking very confused.

She felt slightly disappointed in her heart. Was he really disappointed in herself and not giving her the chance to make up for it?

Reluctantly, she suddenly raised her soft, boneless hands and put them on his neck, and her warm breath instantly sprayed on Zheng Yuanyang's face.

"Yang..." Another charming whisper.

She rarely called him by his name. The three words "Zheng Yuanyang" were her inherent name for him. The word "Yang" was used no more than five times at most since the day they met.

This low cry directly struck Zheng Yuanyang deep into his heart.

All the anger and unhappiness disappeared because of this delicate call.

If it weren't for her physical condition, Zheng Yuanyang really didn't want to wait for a moment. He wanted to rub her completely into his body.
Chapter completed!