This voice made Chen Cheng feel as if his bones had turned to jelly, and his heart utterly soft.
And even softer than his heart was she, who was in his arms.
Meng Wanning's body was light and pliable, like a frightened little deer huddled in Chen Cheng's embrace.
The fragrance from her body, mixed with the faint scent of shower gel, wafted into Chen Cheng's nostrils, stirring his desires.
And that smooth hair, occasionally sweeping over his neck, tickled him incessantly.
But surprisingly and as expected, her smooth skin was covered with goosebumps, Chen Cheng thought he was holding a little motor trembling continuously, which was quite amusing.
Meng Wanning wasn't faring well either.
Her body felt cold, but the person holding her was so warm, especially his breath, still tinged with a bit of alcohol, made her afraid to breathe deeply.
She felt like a snow bunny that had inadvertently hopped into a furnace, about to melt away.
