After Cheng Zhu pulled away, he immediately grabbed two tissues from the box on the bedside table.
Then he leaned over again and kissed her for a while.
At this moment, the serious and celibate aura on Chen Jieyu's face was nowhere to be seen.
All of it had disappeared, leaving only a slightly flushed, exquisite face.
She was a bit dazed now, so much so that while kissing, she could only respond instinctively.
But her hands couldn't help but wrap around Cheng Zhu's neck.
This kind of woman, possessing a hint of mature charm, was indeed at the best stage.
Cheng Zhu had always thought that there were two stages in a woman's life that were most wonderful.
One is the stage brimming with youthful exuberance, and the other is this stage of ripening maturity.
Using her natural body instincts, every subtle movement of her waist was perfectly timed.
Mr. Chen, in nominal age, was already 29.
There was no trace of a little girl flavor left in her; only the essence of a woman.
