C22 Sober up

Her hot palm slid down the woman's neck, reaching into the collar of An Muran's pink dress. Just as she was about to hit the plump part of the woman's chest, the sound of a phone suddenly rang in the car.

Zhou Yiann frowned. Originally, he did not want to care about it. However, the caller seemed to be in a hurry and did not leave. The ear-piercing bell never stopped ringing