Ye Zhehan did not waste too much time talking to her. He directly took her hand and covered his inflated body. She refused to let go no matter how hard she struggled.
"You...you let me go." Wang Ruoxin's face turned red. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not escape from his palm. Because of the friction between her hands, something became more swollen.
"Score..." Ye Zhehan's voice was magnetic. He looked at her with burning eyes and suddenly pulled her into his arms and refused to let go.
Although he had taken off his clothes and wiped it clean, there was still a faint smell of alcohol. It was not pungent, but a faint aroma of alcohol. She did not dare to move for a while and lay prone on top of him.
"Kexin, you smell so good." Ye Zhehan breathed in her ear, and his nose move
