Yu Anwan, Can Zhou Shen Give You This Feeling?

"Oh..." Yu Anwan had grunted.

Wen Jin's kiss had firmly landed on Yu Anwan's lips.

The atmosphere was somewhat peculiar. The movie screen displayed a horror film, with screams rising and falling around them. It was far from romantic. However, Wen Jin and Yu Anwan were able to kiss unabashedly, as if they were completely unaffected by the atmosphere in front of them.

Though separated by the chair's armrest, there was a subtle hint of affection between them.

The thin clothing couldn't prevent their passion.

Neither Wen Jin nor Yu Anwan knew why. They undeniably loathed each other to the core, but their most instinctive reactions seemed to be submission.

Yu Anwan's delicate fingers were gently parted, and Wen Jin's well-defined fingers slid through the gaps between hers. With a backhand clasp, they were pressed closely together.

Screams continued to echo around them.