Prince charming, your persona has collapsed!

Chapter 128 - 96 Too Anxious

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Zheng Yanyan was wearing a little camisole today, which made it even more convenient for Zhou Yuwen to act, with just a slide of the shoulder strap to the side, her snow-white buns were immediately exposed.

Of course, Zheng Yanyan would still use her hands to cover up a bit, not allowing everything to be revealed.

Even so, it was like trying to hide something in plain sight; the lighting here was dim and at a glance, the Zheng Yanyan in his arms looked even whiter. Zhou Yuwen didn’t consult her and just tore off her camisole, and Zheng Yanyan was somewhat unhappy about it, giving Zhou Yuwen a cold look, but Zhou Yuwen didn’t give her the chance to complain.

He simply sealed her lips with his own.

"Mmm!"

Zheng Yanyan couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, wanting to say something, mainly because Zhou Yuwen was too overpowering and didn’t give her a chance to resist.

Zhou Yuwen started by kissing Zheng Yanyan’s lips and then her neck; his kisses made her go limp all over, her beautiful legs pressing tightly together.

She was still on high alert, hell-bent on not allowing Zhou Yuwen to breach her defenses, but she was indifferent to Zhou Yuwen touching her legs, so when Zhou Yuwen tested the waters over her shorts, she did not object either.

Thus, Zhou Yuwen continued downward, kissing her collarbone and moving further down.

The shoulder strap was already pulled off by Zhou Yuwen, and Zheng Yanyan had been protecting herself with her hands the whole time.

But Zhou Yuwen insisted on burrowing into her chest, his lips brushing across her soft skin.

It’s not that they are particularly large, but they are truly soft.

Zheng Yanyan used her hands to stop Zhou Yuwen from kissing them.

How could Zhou Yuwen give up so easily? When he really got anxious, he simply took Zheng Yanyan’s obstructing hand away.

At the moment he removed her hand,

The disheveled straps of the camisole had already slipped down halfway.

He saw everything, now it was clear as day.

In his past life, Zhou Yuwen had a good relationship with Chang Hao, as they often played games together. Chang Hao was actually okay as a friend; he just felt a bit superior about his own background.

He was a genuine native of Capital City!

He smoked only Xuanhe Clan cigarettes and insisted on using branded face wash; he liked to boast with his roommates when he was free. For four years in college, he was truly smitten; he pursued Zheng Yanyan the whole time and never dated anyone else.

When asked why, he said the older generation back home wouldn’t allow marrying a girl from outside Capital City.

"If my grandma knew I was dating a girl from outside, she’d break my legs with a rolling pin!"

"Is it really that exaggerated?"

"Ah, you’re not from Capital City, you wouldn’t understand if I explained it to you. Anyway, I’m only pursuing Yanyan in this life; if I can’t get her, I’ll just go back home and marry any local girl I find, but she must be from Capital City."

"Think about it, my family has two apartments in Capital City. If I marry someone from outside the city, they won’t have anything in Capital City. After we get married, her parents would have to stay at my place when they visit, turning my home into a refugee camp, right? And if she had a younger brother, he’d definitely come to Capital City to rely on me. That would be exhausting.

I’ll never marry a girl from outside the city; I want Yanyan!"

In his past life, he had heard Chang Hao say such things more than once, making Zheng Yanyan seem like someone to be adored from afar but not to be trifled with.

Now, Zhou Yuwen could see everything clearly—huh, the body of a young girl is indeed beautiful, full and round.

Zhou Yuwen didn’t bother with small talk and enveloped her in his mouth.

"Mmm..."

As Zhou Yuwen bit down on Zheng Yanyan, she involuntarily let out a delicate moan, a sound indescribable in words, but it was incredibly enticing, capable of awakening the most primal force in a man.

At that moment, Zheng Yanyan truly went weak, collapsing onto Zhou Yuwen. She knew they had crossed a line—after all, they had only been dating for a day.

She was almost taken advantage of by Zhou Yuwen, but Zhou Yuwen buried his head in her chest, giving her a tingling sensation she had never felt before.

Her body started to react oddly.

"Zhou Yuwen..." half-squinting her eyes, Zheng Yanyan’s voice carried a hint of a cry, wanting him to let go but also reluctant to lose that feeling.

She held Zhou Yuwen’s head tightly, letting him have his way with her.

At this moment, Zhou Yuwen was starting to lose control himself. Having been reborn for a month without touching a woman and at an age already brimming with vigor,

Zhou Yuwen didn’t care about anything else; he laid Zheng Yanyan on the seat, and pounced on her before she could react, continuing to bury his head in her chest. His other hand was not idle either, positioned at the same level as his head, while his index finger pressed there, plucking as if he was strumming a string.

"Ah, stop, Zhou Yuwen... stop."

Zheng Yanyan couldn’t help but make noises continuously; she actually cried, and as Zhou Yuwen’s index finger continued to pluck at that spot, the wonderful sensation made her no longer the open-hearted girl she used to be.

"Yanyan is different, she’s just like me, from Capital City. Us girls from Capital City are not the same as those from other places!"

Chang Hao’s prideful tone lingered in his ears, but Zhou Yuwen felt there was no difference at this point; wasn’t she still pleading softly?

By now, Zheng Yanyan’s body was fully ripe, her breathing became disordered, her eyes hazily fixated on Zhou Yuwen in front of her. Zhou Yuwen held Zheng Yanyan, trying to undo the button on her jeans.

"Stop..."