Upon hearing Tang Song's footsteps, Anne looked up and waved her hand, "Good morning, my dear."
Her voice was lazy and sweet, with a deliberately lowered sensuality.
Tang Song stopped in front of her and said with a smile, "Good morning, Anne. Why so early today?"
Jet lag is a very painful thing, it's clear her condition has still been poor recently, needing to sleep until nearly 10 o'clock every day.
"Today is my third day back, almost can wake up normally, hmm—" Anne intentionally lengthened her tone, a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, "I originally planned to ask you what you wanted for breakfast, but seeing you like this now, I suddenly feel like doing something else first."
After speaking, she walked towards him, each step full of a beauty that was aggressive.
The fragrance of body wash wafted over, mixed with her unique air of confidence.
Anne wrapped her arms around his neck, her soft chest pressing against his arm, bringing a warm and real sensation.
