Wang Xiao swung his legs out and stepped into the night air, stretching his arms, trying to shake off the lingering heat coursing through his veins.
A smirk played on his lips, satisfied with how things had progressed.
But inside the car, Lingling remained, panting, her face flushed, legs still trembling. Her hand gripped the edge of the seat, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath, her body still lost in the moment. "H-Hey…" she managed to mutter, her voice shaky. "You're just gonna leave me like this?"
Qian Ruixin glanced back, now more composed, her gaze sharp. "What were you even doing here?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.
Wang Xiao turned, his eyes narrowing as he took in Lingling's disheveled state—her petite figure, flushed face, messy clothes barely covering her large breasts and smooth, pale skin.
