Chen Zhihan's slender waist is tied with a delicate apron, and her soft hair is hanging down.
Chen Yanqing rested his head on Chen Zhihan's neck, and controlled Chen Zhihan in his arms with both hands. "Brother... I'm an adult." The corners of his mouth raised slightly.
Chen Zhihan's pupils shrank suddenly, "What do you mean?!" There was a special feeling in his heart.
Chen Yanqing did not answer his words, "Didn't you ask me what the number on my body meant? I'm telling you, brother... That's your waistline." Chen Yanqing said word by word.
Chen Zhihan was stunned.
"Brother? Stay with me." Every word Chen Yanqing uttered was like being fished out of an ice cellar, with deliberate pauses.
Contrast/white cut to black.
Chen Zhihan (suffer) v Chen Yanqing (attack)
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