Pei Chenyang fixed his eyes on Zhao Mengmeng's movements, halting in his steps, his gaze glinting as he watched without moving.
"Why did you stop?" After a few seconds, Zhao Mengmeng's hand was just on the towel, but there were no further movements.
Pei Chenyang urged, naturally wishing that Zhao Mengmeng would remove that obstructing towel.
"Aren't you also not leaving?" Zhao Mengmeng flicked her long hair and looked at him with a seductive expression.
Pei Chenyang nodded knowingly; he was waiting for him.
Thus, with a long stride, he quickly walked towards Zhao Mengmeng.
And Zhao Mengmeng, gathering her courage, forcefully pulled off the towel from her body.
Her snow-white skin, a swath of tender flesh, instantly captured Pei Chenyang's eyes.
He was stupefied, dumbfounded.
This time, it was a direct confrontation without any shields or reservations.
Different from the past times when things were more covert.
