C77 Close Contact
Zhang Zhen didn't leave; instead, he stood behind Mo Qingge, lost in thought.
He gazed down at Mo Qingge, who was nestled on the sofa, her snow-white chest rising and falling subtly.
His body began to warm, and his breathing quickened.
After watching TV for a bit, Mo Qingge felt something was off. Glancing back, she caught Zhang Zhen staring intently at her chest
