Yang Ze didn't know how long he had been asleep for. Opening his eyes in a daze, the first thing that greeted him was the soft, warm body plastered against him. At the moment, his face was buried in the pair of plump, soft breasts as he slowly moved his head a little, and in doing so, his face brushed past the large breast resting on his face.
"Umm…" In that instant, a gentle voice echoed in his ears, and Yang Ze's body stiffened in response.
It was only then that he slowly regained his senses and understood the situation he was currently in. At the moment, his hands were wrapped around a thin waist, tightly locked behind the back of a woman. His naked upper half was plastered on her naked upper half with his face buried in a pair of soft breasts.
Other than the bone-eroding softness, he constantly inhaled an intoxicating fragrance that made his heart itch.
