What Are You Doing?

"Don't you love me? Then how can you make me feel so uncomfortable?"

Mu Anan complained.

Mu Anan moved her hand to Zong Zhengyu's collar and pulled hard, tearing off the entire row of buttons on his shirt.

Zong Zhengyu immediately reached out his hands to stop her, but Mu Anan's legs were too tight. Zong Zhengyu let go and the two of them fell onto the bed.

"Seventh Master, can you help Anan?"

"Don't you love Anan the most?"

"Seventh Master..."

Mu Anan acted coquettishly and felt wronged. She tugged at Zong Zhengyu's clothes to get up and kiss him on the lips!

They started to mess around.

Zong Zhengyu lost control several times, but he suddenly got out of bed just before his rationality collapsed.

He grabbed his windbreaker and put it on.

Mu Anan, who was on the bed, frowned unhappily.

Just as Mu Anan was about to get up again, Zong Zhengyu suddenly turned around and grabbed Mu Anan's shoulder.