But before that, he wasn't in a hurry. After all, Lin Xi needed time to join him. As he thought about it, Li Qiang suddenly felt a warm touch on his hand.
Looking down beneath the table, Chen Chunhua had, at some point, taken hold of his hand. Her fingers were restlessly rubbing back and forth in his palm, making Li Qiang's heart itch with anticipation.
Across from Chen Chunhua, Wang Yong seemed oblivious to it all, focused solely on whether the broth on the table had come to a boil.
Chen Chunhua watched Wang Yong's every move with bated breath as their hands mingled beneath the table. Wang Yong, however, seemed indifferent, as if he felt nothing at all.
Chen Chunhua was thoroughly aroused by the thrill of this secret affair. She felt her body growing hot, and waves of warmth were coursing below. The moist heat made her unconsciously squeeze her thighs together, trying to alleviate the pleasure rising within her body.
