Zoey's phone was taken away, and Russell's strong chest pressed against her back as he lightly kissed her neck.
"Do you still have the energy to make a phone call? Hmm?"
The warm breath made Zoey involuntarily shrink her neck. She turned around and pushed the man, saying, "You need to be moderate."
Russell flipped over and covered her, "Tell me how to control myself, Zoey..."
Zoey looked at the man's reddening eye corners, and her eyelashes trembled. "Wait, wait a moment, let me make a phone call to my master."
"Done first, then call."
"Finish playing and then..."
All the remaining words were swallowed by the man, and Zoey couldn't make a sound at all.
When I was able to make sounds, they were all very fragmented.
When Zoey woke up again, it was already noon, and the air was fille
