The soft lips took the initiative and pressed forward.
A pair of small hands ceaselessly teased Fang Hao's body, which soon had an evident response.
"So forward today," Fang Hao remarked, though something felt off; the other party was very earnest but somewhat clumsy.
His suspicions had just arisen, but as the woman in his arms continued to provoke him, his clear consciousness began to blur.
Since Eira was so forward today, Fang Hao decided not to fuss over the details.
He gently placed his hands on her slim waist.
With a forward thrust of his hips,
"Mmm~!"
A moan slipped from the woman's mouth, and Fang Hao felt the warmth at his lower body and a distinct resistance.
"Damn, something's not right—not Eira!"
Fang Hao's body jolted, and he immediately withdrew.
"Who are you?"
A carp kicked and sprung up from the bed, extending a hand, and a flame-orange arrow appeared out of thin air.
Lighting up the room.
"Red Fruit?"
