The air conditioner in the room was blowing a cool, cold breeze at just the right temperature, and Ye Xiaofeng and Mrs. Zhang, who were covered with the quilt, did not feel the temperature rise, but both of their bodies were as uncomfortable as if they were being grilled by flames.
Mrs. Zhang's right hand tightly grasped Ye Xiaofeng's wolf claw, afraid that Ye Xiaofeng would mess up at this time, but as the flames within her torso exploded intensely, Mrs. Zhang's resistance became weaker and weaker.
Ye Xiaofeng's inadvertent burning gaze, moreover, made Mrs. Zhang's flame burning intensely while sniffing the manly scent emanating from Ye Xiaofeng, was like fuel placed on the flame, making Mrs. Zhang completely lose control of her body.
Mrs. Zhang's cheeks are red, like a blooming peach
