The two of them rolled around on the small bed, embracing and then kissing. Initially, there was no intention of going further, but as Zhou Yuwen kissed her, Zheng Yanyan closed her eyes, a look of complete surrender on her face.
Zhou Yuwen hesitated for a moment but eventually unbuttoned Zheng Yanyan's pajamas.
Since his wife was in the mood, he certainly had to oblige.
The moonlight was bright outside the window.
The room was filled with an intoxicating fragrance.
Soon, Zheng Yanyan's soft, shy voice slowly began to rise...
By February, the weather started to warm up gradually. Staying home made time fly. Zhou Yuwen arranged for Zheng Yanyan to stay in his family's side house, and every night, he would sneak over, cuddle her to sleep, and then sneak back before dawn.
Sometimes, when Zheng Yanyan, wearing a little black tank top, sleepily saw him getting ready to leave, she would ask, "Why are you in such a rush to go? Stay with me a little longer, okay?"
