Black-bellied and Secretive

The atmosphere was undeniably charged with ambiguity.

At that moment, Su Wen became aware of her actions, realizing she was acting like an impatient flirt. Her fingers pressed onto Zhou Hengyang's firm, smooth, and warm skin.

As soon as Su Wen reacted, her instinct was to retract her hand. However, someone was still holding her down.

"What are you doing? Let go of my hand," she exclaimed.

Zhou Hengyang's lips curled into a teasing smile. "Wife, I'm not someone you can touch as you please."

Su Wen almost choked on her words. "Then what do you want me to do? Don't tell me I can touch you just because you want me to. Why did these words sound so strange?" she murmured.

It seemed like she had been led astray by him.

Zhou Hengyang sighed seriously. "Forget it, you can touch it a few more times."