Ye Cheng buried his face in Muling butterfly's beautiful hair, breathed her unique body fragrance, and gently rubbed his hand on her waist to reveal a calm state on her face, even if the woman in his arms was so attractive at this time, but at this time Ye Cheng just wanted to hold her like this.

Muling butterfly wrapped his hands around Yecheng's waist, almost melted his body into Yecheng's body, buried his small head on Yecheng's shoulder, closed his eyes, and had a quiet and peaceful face. All his thoughts turned into a silent embrace, which lasted for five minutes.

"Cough..." Cheng Yuehua next to him watched the...