"There's nothing to see."
He Ao wanted to dodge away, but to his shock, he found his body gradually losing control.
A severe sense of hotness spread across his skin and blood, compelling him to involuntarily turn around, embrace the soft body behind him, press her against the wall, and assault her.
He Ao's brows furrowed as he struggled to keep his body still, caught in the tug-of-war between mind and flesh, his entire body suddenly frozen in stiffness.
"Why suppress your desires?"
The woman in the red dress rested her hand on He Ao's neck, like a dancing girl grabbing a pole on stage, she lightly spun to face He Ao, then perched on his chest like a kitten, pressing her ear against He Ao's left chest, "Listen, your body is longing."
Her voice was soft and light. Although she spoke in front of him, He Ao felt her voice resonate at his ear and deep within his heart.
Some flirtatious fantasies poured into He Ao's mind with her voice, stirring his desire and assaulting his spirit.
