After closing the door, Zhao Qiang leaned against the wall and counted in his heart.
'Three, two, one...'
As if on cue, Wang Ke'er came out of the bar after he finished his countdown.
'That familiar smell is still so good.'
Zhao Qiang grabbed Wang Ke'er's hand, pushed her against the wall, and kissed her. Wang Ke'er pretended to struggle for a while, but her mouth responded honestly to Zhao Qiang's kiss.
The two of them kissed passionately, and after a while, their breathing became a little erratic.
Zhao Qiang sensed someone about to pass by, so he stopped and leaned on Wang Ke'er's shoulder.
"Did you miss me, sister?" asked Zhao Qiang in a hoarse voice. "I missed you. I'll ask you one more time, do you still want me?"
Zhao Qiang's words softened Wang Ke'er's heart. "Of course!" she said.
'F*ck! Why can't I control my mouth?'
