Chương 138: Real or Fake Su Yuejiu

The girl's slender and nimble hands unfastened the buttons on his chest one by one. Then, she stopped and snuggled beside him, her thin robes pressed intimately against the man. Her heavy breathing was ambiguous and seductive.

Zhao Sheng was stunned and did not dare to move, in fear that he would wake up from this wet dream.

It had already been almost one year, and the girl had never taken the initiative like this before. She had always treated him coldly, and even at night, she would maintain a clear distance from him. They rarely exchanged words.

He had no idea what was happening, and he was so nervous to the point that he was at a loss of what to do.

The moonlight had been blocked by the trees, casting an ink-black shadow within the room. After some time, the girl realized that he had not made a move and seemed to be annoyed. She peeled the blanket off, intending to leave.