John leaned into Emma's ear and asked with a light chuckle, "Is this tantalizing little number designed to ensnare me?"
Emma hummed softly, a feeling of indescribable embarrassment overwhelming her so much that she couldn't answer John's question.
She was scorched by an unknown intense flame; her hair, still smelling of shampoo, was scattered messily on the bed, her legs curled tightly together, as if resisting some force, yet seemingly reveling in the refreshing rain after a prolonged drought.
Not getting an answer, John pinched her tender cheek hard.
She let out a soft moan, "Mmm~~".
Emma opened her almond-shaped eyes and glared at John, her jade hands suddenly twisting John's arm hard.
"You big jerk, pretending not to know..."
John smirked and adjusted to a more comfortable position, his large hand covering one of her firm, lofty breasts.
