81 Feng Xinyue's thoughts (1)

In the dimly lit bedroom, the exhausted body of Yu Lei lay sprawled on the bed.

Her restless limbs occasionally flailed in the air, as if trying to push away an unwelcome intruder.

"Zhang...Wei...No!"

"I...ndu..."

Zhang Wei smiled at the sight of Yu Lei, her dreams still haunted by their last session.

She looked so helpless in her slumber.

But something about the way her lips twitched and her breathing quickened stirred an irresistible urge within him.

He leaned in closer, tasting the sweet, slightly swollen lips that beckoned him.

They were like a temptation he couldn't resist.

The fragrance that lingered around her was a mystery, but it was pleasure all the same.

He laughed softly as he savored the moment, his senses intoxicated.

The myth of a woman's innate body fragrance was shattered as Zhang Wei laughed softly, savoring the lingering scent of his lover's beauty products.