"Mmm!"
Tang Xueyao was caught off guard, letting out a coy protest, her pretty face flushing with a rosy glow.
That absolutely stunning face was filled with both joy and satisfaction.
Her soft, fragrant body seemed as if it would melt right into my arms.
After a bit of gentle struggle, she responded with shy, inviting eagerness.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell in my heart.
A goddess like Tang Xueyao—having me in her heart, and catering to me like this.
Damn, it felt incredible!
But before long, Tang Xueyao reluctantly pushed me away.
"Zhang Yang, I like you too, but there are so many people here, I'm afraid someone might..."
Tang Xueyao glanced around, people were coming and going, and she lowered her head guiltily like a thief.
"I was too impatient, I didn't think about you."
I immediately kept my distance from her; she's a married woman, people would gossip if they saw us.
"Mm, don't rush, we'll be masked at this party anyway."
