Xiaolin rushed towards Zhang Xiaomeng, clinging to him like an octopus, her curvaceous body rubbing against him.
As a man, Zhang Xiaomeng couldn't help but feel the flames rise within him, and the great flag concealed within his pants was now standing at attention.
However, he did not lose his rationality despite feeling his blood boiling.
Xiaolin's behavior was indeed bizarre, not something a normal married woman would do.
"Xiaomeng, give it to me, I want it so badly."
"My husband hasn't come home in half a year. I almost forget what a man smells like."
With a seductive voice, Xiaolin gazed at Zhang Xiaomeng with a hazy look in her eyes, her hands roaming over his body.
"Let go of me, we hardly know each other."
The more aggressive the woman was, the more suspicious Zhang Xiaomeng became, and he spoke with a cold voice.
"Xiaomeng, don't you want it? There's no one else in my house!"
