From this aspect, her love was very pure and sincere.
"I'm sorry, Wen Ruan." Tang Song took a deep breath, his voice slightly muffled as he spoke, "I will help you solve all the difficulties, your family, your future, I will take care of everything. You don't need to worry about anything, just leave it all to me."
"It's okay, I'm doing this voluntarily, you don't need to feel any pressure." Wen Ruan bit his lip, her breath sweet as she said, "Didn't you want to eat peaches? I'll treat you."
Then, the two embraced in a kiss, slowly moving towards the bedroom.
"Whoosh—" The curtains were forcefully drawn closed.
A white T-shirt fell to the ground.
Wen Ruan's voluptuous body appeared in the room.
Her rounded shoulders flowed seamlessly, the slightly drooping collarbones faintly visible beneath the delicate skin, adding a touch of soft beauty.
The full breasts, slender waist, and ample hips.
Outlined charming curves, filled with the mature allure of a woman.