Under the cloak of nightfall, the bedroom bathed in a soft, eerie glow, casting long shadows across its inhabitants.
Seraphine, perched delicately on the right side of the bed, felt an involuntary shiver crawl down her spine.
The evening had unfolded into a scenario far beyond her wildest thoughts—a twist of fate she hadn't dared to imagine.
Gasp!
In a sudden movement, Wang Xiao had ushered them back onto the bed with a determination that brooked no argument.
His hands, firm and unyielding, encircled the waists of both women as they found themselves trapped in an awkward silence.
"..."
"..."
There they were, Seraphine and Ericka, sitting stiffly, their gazes fixed ahead as if the answers to their turmoil lay in the void before them.
Meanwhile, Wang Xiao's fingers embarked on a deliberate dance across their skin, eliciting involuntary shivers and twitches that betrayed their outward composure.
