In the living room of the villa, Zhou Yuwen sat on the sofa, while Lu Wanting, without wearing a single piece of clothing, sat directly on top of Zhou Yuwen, facing each other closely. Zhou Yuwen held a phone in one hand, making a call, while the other hand tightly hugged Lu Wanting's slender waist. Lu Wanting's beautiful legs half-kneeled on the sofa, feet facing outward. At this moment, she was biting her lip; she really wanted to make a sound, but Zhou Yuwen was on a call.
So she could only do her best to suppress herself.
"This..."
Faced with Peng Xiaoyong's confusion, Zhou Yuwen could only smile and said, "I'm not really sure either. Cousin, you know, I'm in New York for another matter this time. I can't possibly keep an eye on Sister Waning all day every day."
