Having removed Wen Xia's underwear, her petite and delicate curves were finally exposed.
The rounded tips were a light pink hue. They looked enticing, much like a just-ripened peach.
Wen Xia instinctively tried to cover herself with her hands, but Zhang Hao stopped her.
"Sooner or later you'd have to reveal yourself, and having it happen in front of me today should be something you're thankful for," he said.
Wen Xia understood exactly what Zhang Hao meant by those words.
If it had been any other man, she could have managed to suppress the restlessness in her heart tonight.
But precisely because it was Zhang Hao—knowing that at heart he wasn't a bad man and would never take advantage of a man and woman's intimate moment—she felt differently.
Seeing Wen Xia's tense and unnatural expression, Zhang Hao squatted down.
First, he tidied her messy hair that had fallen in front of her forehead.
