Su Qing lay on top of Zhou Yuwen, kissing him.
Zhou Yuwen never turned away anyone who approached him, especially after not having been with any woman in the past few days since he returned home. Kissing Su Qing a few times, he actually felt something real this time.
His hand was initially resting on Su Qing's slender waist, but during the kiss, it slid down to her well-shaped bottom wrapped in jeans. Feeling it wasn't enough, he then slipped his hand under the hem of her sweater, his fingers touching Su Qing's smooth waist.
Mm...
It was winter, and although the air conditioning was on in the room, Zhou Yuwen's hands were still a bit cold. When they touched Su Qing's skin, she made a small sound involuntarily but soon got used to it.
Zhou Yuwen let his hand slide up along the groove of Su Qing's back, reaching for the hooks of her bra.
Zhou Yuwen couldn't help but chuckle and said, "You're still wearing a bra?"
"Nonsense!"
