Gu Yue lay on the bed, her breathing suddenly becoming rapid.
She had been busy with work for a while, and even though men had approached her, buying flowers to express their love,
Gu Yue felt nothing for them.
Now that she could finally meet Zhang Hao, what she most looked forward to was for them to satisfy each other in bed.
Watching Zhang Hao undressing, Gu Yue suddenly felt that he looked even more handsome today than before.
"Hurry up, I can't wait. Touch me there, see if I'm already wet?"
As Zhang Hao unbuttoned his shirt, his hand reached between Gu Yue's legs.
A woman's love can truly be seen from the wetness between her legs.
If it's dry, it means she feels nothing for him, but if it's like a flood bursting forth, it means the woman is moved by him.
With one touch, he felt the wet and slippery sensation.
When Zhang Hao withdrew his hand, one could see a thin string-like thing stretching between his two separated fingers.
