Looking at Wang Tingting's face as red as a spring peach, Li Qiang didn't continue to press her, simply tapping her perky butt from behind, "For us to have a lovely night, how about I go fetch some more red wine?"
Wang Tingting bit her lip lightly, nodding shyly. She was now somewhat looking forward to what new tricks Li Qiang would bring to her.
Taking advantage of Li Qiang stepping out, Wang Tingting headed into the bathroom, the warm water streaming down her fair skin, washing away the fatigue from the hustle and bustle, making her feel relaxed. This, too, would be conducive to the passionate exercise later.
Li Qiang took two bottles of Romanée from the waiter, who also considerately awakened the wine for Li Qiang. When Li Qiang entered, he saw Wang Tingting sitting on the sofa, legs crossed, dressed in a white shirt.
Droplets clung to her legs, her two long legs glaringly white. The white shirt stuck to her body, the perky little cherries standing out strikingly at her chest.
