However, Chen Tianlong's legs were still a bit wobbly. When he got up, he suddenly felt his legs give way and was about to fall, so he hurriedly held tightly onto Zhang Yufei. But this made Zhang Yufei, who was already a bit tired on her feet, lose her balance, and the two of them fell down directly without warning.
By chance, or misfortune, Chen Tianlong's mouth landed right in front of Zhang Yufei. Feeling a warm, soft thing pressed against his lips, Chen Tianlong instinctively widened his eyes, and a glimpse of spring scenery appeared before him.
After all, the heavy rain last night had made Zhang Yufei's clothes cling tightly to her, and it was a hot summer day. She was wearing a casual white shirt, the buttons of which were stretched open by her curves, and now Chen Tianlong was pressed right against it.
