When her breathing slowly calmed down, Zhao Meimei frowned slightly, her lashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes. The glaring light above made her eyes hurt, and she squinted to look at Shi Yang.
Shi Yang leaned down, gently brushed aside her damp hair from her forehead, and softly asked, "Should I carry you to freshen up a bit?"
Zhao Meimei nodded and reached out her arms to hug Shi Yang's neck.
Looking at her moist eyes and rosy lips, Shi Yang's heart itched unbearably. He couldn't help lowering his head and capturing those warm, soft lips, gently sucking on them.
Zhao Meimei let out a whimper, powerless to resist Shi Yang's actions.
Having kissed enough, Shi Yang raised his head and carried Zhao Meimei to the bathroom to shower.
