The man finally finished, his thin lips moving along her chin, leaving one mark after another, and asked huskily, "Did you have a good time with Yian Song these past six days?"
He was too tall, so dominantly trapping her between his chest and the wall, making her look even more petite and delicate; she couldn't push him away at all.
Because the plan this morning was to go out to sea, Luo Qiangwei was only wearing a Bohemian-style artistic long dress, which she hadn't changed out of in her rush to get back.
As the man spoke, he had already silently stripped it away.
And then he discovered she wasn't even wearing the basic safety shorts—
During the half-month when they occasionally went out shopping on weekends, she also wore such long dresses. One evening, when they couldn't help themselves in the car on the way home, he saw them as he took off her dress, and she told him those were safety shorts worn under the dress to prevent exposure.
