[ Warning: Matured Content Ahead. Proceed at your own risk. ]
"Tristan, what are you doing?" Zhen-Zhen complained as she stopped him from removing her bra. She crossed her arms, covering her chest.
Tristan winked at her and said, "Fulfilling your wish, Wifey."
"Do you trust me, Wifey?" Tristan asked her meaningfully, his hazel eyes not leaving her blue eyes. Zhen-Zhen looked at him helplessly. She sighed deeply before bobbing her head.
"I trust you," she softly mumbled.
That was her cue. Tristan's lips formed a vibrant and victorious smile on his face. Tristan reached for her shorts and slowly took them off her. This time Zhen-Zhen didn't show any resistance as she let Tristan do what he wanted.
