The night was deep and dark, as if Jiangnan City were veiled by a black curtain!
In such a pitch-black night, countless girls lost their innocence, an unknown number of men yielded their chastity, and who knows how many lovesick men and women clung to each other in desperate passion.
And at this moment, within a room on the second floor of a villa.
Ye Feng lay in bed with a bitter smile on his face, watching Red Rose, who clung to him like an octopus.
He knew Red Rose was still sleepwalking and that everything that had happened was just a beautiful misunderstanding, and it was very likely that Red Rose thought she was having a spring dream.
"Should I wake her up?"
Ye Feng still had a bitter smile on his face, deeply conflicted. But before he could decide, a fragrant tongue had already found its way into his mouth.
Ye Feng no longer thought too much and simply extended his own tongue, intertwining it with the other.