"What does it have to do with you being jealous? Are you so narrow-minded that you still want to blame others for your mistakes?"
Zhang Yueze looked at her steadily, his eyes suddenly became quiet and silent.
Zhao Yumo was stunned. He was so angry just now and didn't understand why he was so quiet again.
He turned his dark eyes and said slowly: "I'm not jealous because I'm nervous about you, and I'm afraid that others will take you away."
Zhao Yumo disagreed and said calmly: "What does it matter? There are so many women around you. One more of me is not more, one less of me is not more. Women are like clothes. If I am missing one piece, you will not know how to wear it."
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He raised his eyelids, suddenly moved his head close to her, and said seriously: "This is my first time showing my sincerity to a woman, please don't doubt my sincerity."
Zhao Yumo looked at his deep eyes and serious expression, and was stunned for a moment, feeling that his words were so sincere.
She didn't want to let herself get the wrong impression, so she immediately turned her head away, not looking directly into his eyes.
But the next second, Zhang Yueze touched the side of her face and pulled her back, forcing her to look him in the eyes.
At this time, his eyes were unusually quiet, flowing with a kind of clarity, and his expression was completely different from usual.
He gently touched her face with his hand, and with a sincere expression, he said softly: "Yumo, I really like you."
Zhao Yumo was stunned again and just looked at him intently, forgetting to react for a moment.
Seeing that she couldn't tell the difference, Zhang Yueze began to use actions to prove what he said. His lips softly covered hers.
Only then did Zhao Yumo react and immediately wanted to push him, because she knew that she had drunk alcohol and could easily become confused under the influence of alcohol.
She was afraid that something unpredictable would happen to him, especially when he was only wearing a bath towel.
But as soon as she stretched out her hand, she was grabbed by Zhang Yueze and pressed tightly against the door, unable to move.
His lips were sucked greedily by him, sliding back and forth.
Zhao Yumo knew that this situation was too dangerous, so she could only struggle desperately, completely forgetting that struggling would only have the opposite effect.
Sure enough, Zhang Yueze's kiss became more lingering, licking her lips carefully, slowly outlining a beautiful arc, and stroking back and forth between her lips.
The wet and lubricating feeling slowly overflowed from her lips, making her lips so numb that she almost lost touch.