"Now, I solemnly declare that everything on this mountain belongs to me... including you."
In the dimly lit private room, the screen on the wall was playing "The Monkey King," and the scent of a milky aroma diffuser was spreading through the room, causing Zhou Wang to unconsciously breathe heavily.
This was a private cinema on one of the floors of the Yue Center. Zhou Wang had already forgotten exactly which floor it was, but he had dragged Shen Yutong there hastily and in a rush.
After renting the largest tatami room with floor-to-ceiling windows, Zhou Wang brought the perpetually shy Shen Yutong inside and gently coaxed her.
Zhou Wang had met many women, but currently, apart from Jiang Qingkui, whom Zhou Wang hadn't yet fully seen, perhaps being able to compete with Shen Yutong, none of the others could match Shen Yutong in terms of physique... they were all garbage.
Brilliant rubies, dazzling pearls, white jade, lustrous jewels, petite cat's eyes.
