Birthday Dinner

Meng Qingge was shocked and wanted to retreat, but Ji Wanzhou had already restrained her shoulders.

As soon as she retreated, he entered.

Thus, Ji Wanzhou also walked into the room.

After passing by Meng Qingge, Ji Wanzhou arrived behind her.

Her back was well-proportioned, her skin was smooth and delicate, she had a white sheen to her skin, and the groove in her spine was very obvious.

Ji Wanzhou suddenly felt his breathing quicken and his eyes darken.

Fortunately, she had chosen this dress with a zipper on the back. He wouldn't let her wear a halter to any event, any event!

Ji Wanzhou's hand could not help but stretch out and lightly touched the spine on her waist. Then it slowly moved upwards along the spine.

Meng Qingge only felt as if there was a fire behind her back that was slowly burning from her waist up. The numbing feeling made her alarmed, so she snappily said, "What are you doing!?" "Pull! Pull!"