Zhang Fan held Weng Shuang by the waist, resting his head on her shoulder, his entire face buried in her fragrant hair.
The subtle and soothing fragrance intoxicated Zhang Fan.
There was also a hint of greed!
His hands, restless, roamed around, brushing against the robe...
"Ah!"
Weng Shuang, not yet recovered from her surprise, shuddered.
The tall wine glass slipped directly from Weng Shuang's hand, falling from above.
Feeling the scorching breath behind her, Weng Shuang's face flushed like the sunset!
She never expected Zhang Fan would arrive so quickly.
Moreover, the key point was that he entered through the window.
Is this guy Spiderman!
Especially the hand that slid under her nightgown, causing her delicate body to blush even more.
But the next moment, Zhang Fan suddenly stopped.
His hand withdrew from Weng Shuang's nightgown, then he held her waist, no longer moving.
The sudden silence caused Weng Shuang to open her previously shut eyes.
