At this moment, I feel like I'm about to take off.
Song Ruoyun's grace and composure have completely vanished.
As I lock eyes with Tao Yimeng, marvelously waiting on me.
"Xiao Tao, is this apology enough?"
Song Ruoyun feels both guilty and aggrieved.
But her sudden act towards me brings a kind of shameful delight.
"This isn't enough, big brother hasn't said he's happy yet!"
Tao Yimeng snorts coldly, pretending to be playfully fierce.
"Zhang Yang, are you happy?"
Song Ruoyun can only continue giving me with her soft lips.
Before long, all the pores on my body open comfortably.
"Happy, so happy!"
I shiver, feeling accomplished to be treated this way by such a graceful woman like Song Ruoyun.
"Xiao Tao, is this okay?"
Song Ruoyun feels like she's going to collapse.
The sense of moral propriety regarding identity makes it difficult for her to describe her current feelings.
Yet, her body betrays her, as it unexpectedly releases.
