C157 The Goddess Is in My Hands

Yun Yueyao's face turned even redder when she saw this. She looked like a ripe apple, but even though she was shy, she did not stop Shen Zhicheng from doing anything.

In Shen Zhicheng's eyes, this was no different from inviting him.

He placed one hand on the table and the other on Yun Yueyao's stool, surrounding her in a small space