Ye Zhenzhen hadn't even had time to close her eyes when she crashed directly into the man's profound eyes, deep like the sea, as if with a magic pull that drew her in.
The room was silent and still, and she could clearly hear the man's breathing. The man's kisses were light, shallow, and gentle.
Song Jinze saw that the woman seemed nervous and a bit shy, his lips curved slightly, and he reluctantly pulled away from her cool, soft lips, his words enigmatic, "Do you want it?"
Ye Zhenzhen breathed softly, her face blushing ever so slightly as she pushed him away again, frowning slightly, "Want what? Go want in your dreams!"
Having said that, Ye Zhenzhen was ready to head outside.
"Why are you getting angry? I'm talking about Xiao Chen wanting a suggestion for a sister."
Ye Zhenzhen turned her head and said to the man irritably, "You give birth yourself!"
Song Jinze watched the woman's retreating figure and chuckled softly, his profound eyes filled with helplessness and fondness…