When Sun Zhe decides to be shameless, Su Nanzhi really has no way to handle him.
The originally neat bed quickly turns messy, with the quilt bulging and sinking, moving constantly, as if hiding an alien creature that's about to break out.
A meticulously tailored white women's shirt suddenly flies out from under the quilt, and gently lands on the carpet at the foot of the bed, followed closely by a black tight skirt...
Only a short moment passes.
Sun Zhe inside the quilt strips Su Nanzhi down to just a purple lace bra, and her lower body is left with only black silk pantyhose wrapped around her slender waist.
"Oh, aren't you annoying? I was napping."
Su Nanzhi's face is flushed, with an air of shy anger, looking incredibly enchanting.
Sun Zhe holds her tightly, cheekily burying his face between her breasts, greedily inhaling the faint milky fragrance, and says, "Nanzhi, are you really mad?"
"No." Su Nanzhi responds expressionlessly.
"Are you jealous?"
