"A winding path leads to a secluded spot, where flowers and trees surround the zen room."
Jiang Yi murmured these lines again.
Zheng Zesheng was even more puzzled.
He was just about to ask.
Jiang Yi moved, holding his hand.
Zheng Zesheng's hand was taken off the table and directly placed on Jiang Yi's smooth white thigh.
Like being electrified, Zheng Zesheng shivered, instantly feeling as if all the pores on his body opened up. The feeling of smooth skin beneath his hand was truly unparalleled.
At that very moment.
Zheng Zesheng suddenly understood the meaning of "A winding path leads to a secluded spot, where flowers and trees surround the zen room."
He gathered his courage, and whispered close to Jiang Yi's face, "This is still a wide open path, hardly a winding path."
"Since it's a small path, you need to find it on your own, brother, can't expect your little sister to take you there?"
As soon as she spoke softly.
Zheng Zesheng felt his bones melt.
