"You..."
Feeling those mischievous fingers gradually climb her ample thigh, even venturing further, Zhi Ning's blushing face seemed like it could drip water.
Especially in this cold situation, Chen Mo's hand was also cold, making her feel a jolt like electricity.
"I haven't... washed up yet." Zhi Ning gently pushed Chen Mo's arm, her rosy lips slightly parted, breathing softly.
"It's cold; wash later when it's warmer. If you wash now, you'll have to wash again after you sweat later."
Chen Mo held the plump, soft-bodied beauty like a silkworm baby, looked down, and saw her smooth, round chin slightly lifted, her neck white as snow, like a swan's.
In this cold, windy night, the two embraced on the bed, as if in a divine place.
Unable to resist, Zhi Ning let the young man do as he wished.
There was one thing she had to admit, apart from his cold hands, his body was warm, like holding a stove.
