Zhou Yingqian doesn't have a good impression of Yu Yao
The day we first met, it was my best friend's birthday. She came wearing a bud-green hip-hugging long skirt. The thin lace lines matched her plump figure and fair skin.
She sat opposite him, her eyes were as charming as silk, and Zhou Yingqian remained unmoved.
Yu Yao simply sent a big wave to ask him for WeChat, but he refused. His friend was in disbelief and asked him why.
"I don't believe she will be at peace with anyone around this kind of woman. If I were asked to have a relationship with her, I might as well die."
Later, Yu Yao wore his shirt, swaying her thighs around his waist, and slightly opened her red lips to tease him, "Mr. Zhou, look, can't people talk too much?"
She pulled on his tie, playfully twirling it on her fingertips
Zhou Yingqian turned her over, pinched her waist with force, kissed her thin white neck, and breathed out his warm breath.
"I am willing to die for my skirt."
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