Once Qingwu and Liu Xue were out of earshot, Xia Bingling turned towards Wang Li, a sly smile dancing on her lips. "So," she began, a hint of amusement in her voice, "looks like we have a tight schedule tonight, wouldn't you agree?"
Wang Li chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
His hand, seemingly on autopilot, drifted towards Xia Bingling's waist, gently slipping beneath the silken fabric of her dress. A gasp escaped her lips as his fingers grazed a particularly sensitive spot. A low moan rumbled in her throat, sending shivers down her spine.
"One night?" she managed, her voice breathless. "Are you sure that's enough, considering Liu Xue's identity and possible resilience?"
Wang Li leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear.
