It's a pity that man proposes, but God disposes.
On this particular day, after Zhou Yan finished instructing Zhou Ying, Zhou Ying noticed that Ping'er and Xiong Ba were absent, so she cozily spent a moment with Zhou Yan, voluntarily nestling into Zhou Yan's embrace.
Zhou Yan did not hold back either, extending his hand into Zhou Ying's light purple gauze dress, endlessly playing with her voluptuous and elastic soft jade peaks, gently kneading those two crystal-clear pink jade beads.
He listened quietly to Zhou Ying's slightly hurried breathing, felt the heat of her jade-like body, and his heart was filled with satisfaction and happiness, with a smoldering thought of conquering Zhou Ying.
Just at this moment, the bloodline within Zhou Yan's body suddenly reversed, and almost instantly surged towards his head, causing him to involuntarily shiver.
At the same time, Zhou Ying, in his arms, also trembled slightly, as if sensing something.
"Not good, something's wrong."
