He forcefully suppressed that desire.
Lu Zhenting found it hard to pull his gaze away, took two steps back, coughed twice, and turned to walk into the bedroom.
Cough cough.
This cough startled the three people in the living room.
About five seconds later.
Lu Zhenting and Zhao Yingying walked out of the bedroom.
This time, Zhao Yingying's head was almost buried in her chest.
Because Lu Zhenting did not let her button the third button, and moreover, his arm was wrapped around her waist.
This made her feel shy, but at the same time, there was a kind of longing and expectation.
Just having put on her dress, Meng Lingshan gave Lu Zhenting a cold look.
It wasn't just because of Lu Zhenting's bold move, but also because he interrupted her pleasure.
Soon, the fifth round of the game ended.
This time, Tang Feng finished first.
Tang Feng's gaze fell on Zhao Yingying.
Their eyes met.
Zhao Yingying, her face flushed, hurriedly lowered her head.
Is he going to pick me?