Lying Before Her Face

After talking with each other for many minutes, Zhang Xiu Ying stood up and walked to the room a few feet away and opened the door.

A sweet fragrance escaped from the room, a smell that was also present on Zhang Xiu Ying's body. It was obviously her bedroom.

"Su Yang, you didn't come here just to have casual conversations with me, right?"

However, Su Yang shrugged with a smile on his face and said, "Who knows. Maybe I am here just to talk."

"..."

Zhang Xiu Ying looked at him with a surprised face.

A moment later, Su Yang chuckled, "I'm just joking. But let's do it here instead."

He suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her to him, before laying her on the table.

"Ah!? You want to do it here?!" Zhang Xiu Ying exclaimed in a startled voice.

"You don't want to?" Su Yang whispered in her ears while his fingers caressed her thighs.