Remove the makeup?
Who can wait until then.
He wrapped his arms around Meng Ying, not letting her leave his side even for a moment.
"You can't mess around now..." Meng Ying blushed and playfully chided, her hands pressed against Xiaofan's chest, her eyes brimming with affection, without a hint of refusal.
"What if I want to mess around now?"
With a mischievous smile, he carried Meng Ying to the sofa in the living room.
Staring blankly at Xiaofan, the blush on her cheeks was hard to tell if it was shyness or the excess of alcohol. She nervously awaited his approach.
Lying on the sofa, her skirt was lifted just like that. It was far from being decent.
But this straightforwardness made Meng Ying's breath grow erratic.
Meng Ying suddenly felt that in front of this guy, she could abandon any boundary; even such shy matters, in such an absurd place, were not so hard to accept.
After dawn...
She opened her eyes drowsily, he was still by her side.
She lay naked on a clean bed.
