In an instant, that hint of red deepened even further.
She slightly curled herself up.
But the naughty man had no intention of letting this moment slip by.
On her loose sweatshirt, the outline of a large hand gradually began to appear.
Then, as the hand moved upward, the outline of an arm started to emerge on the sweatshirt.
The protective cover was very tight, and Cheng Zhu wasn't thinking about taking it off just yet.
He started kneading her like a master pastry chef kneading dough.
Every experienced pastry chef has their own unique dough-kneading techniques.
This too is an art.
The voices outside faded at this moment, seemingly the two people upstairs had already gone up.
But now, on the couch, Hu Yan was completely undone.
Her dehydrated state intensified.
Throughout the day, similar phrases flashed through her mind countless times to express her indignation: "Die now, just die now."
However, at this moment, she really was…
— Screwed to death!
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