"This... this isn't good, is it?"
Despite saying it wasn't good, her body very honestly moved closer, and her fair, tender hand began to inch forward, slowly preparing to help Wang Jie undress.
Wang Jie had intended to resist, as this behavior wasn't much different from being forced.
Yet, as Wang Jie caught sight of Zhao Xueying's bending, sensual body, his whole being suddenly became much more compliant.
Sitting obediently on the toilet seat cover, he looked at Zhao Xueying with an excited face.
It must be said, from this angle Zhao Xueying looked as pure as a snowy mountain, her skin as smooth as curdled cream, giving the impression that squeezing her would break her.
Somehow spellbound, Wang Jie stared blankly in place, and it wasn't because he was lecherous, but any normal man couldn't withstand Zhao Xueying's dizzying whiteness, which was indeed quite beautiful.
Unintentionally, a little tent, much like a Mongolian yurt, started to slowly rise.
