Chapter 442: Finish What Wasn't Done Last Night

Zhou Lin's gaze suddenly darkened, and his large palm was still pressed on her bruised knee, as if he had suddenly forgotten what he was supposed to do next.

He leaned down to her, half-kneeling by her side, and his other hand grasped her waist.

At this moment, if he wanted, nothing would be too excessive.

"Zhiwei," he whispered her name tenderly, his thin lips kissing her soft, flushed cheek with devotion.

His palm pressed down slightly harder.

"Zhou Lin?" Cheng Zhiwei's head was tilted, her eyes moist and hazy with intoxication.

A low "hmm" from Zhou Lin.

"It hurts," she murmured, sounding as falsely aggrieved as if she had been bullied, igniting a fire in the pit of Zhou Lin's stomach.

In truth, the only woman he had ever been involved with in his life was Cheng Zhiwei.

Having married twice and after so many years of tug-of-war, they hadn't actually been intimate many times.