The sky was gradually darkening, and Leh Ying could barely make out the outline of the man on top of her. Suddenly, he lifted her up, and they switched positions, with her helplessly straddling his thighs.
The young girl was cold, and she fumbled in the dark to grab his suit jacket to drape over herself, only to have it firmly taken from her.
"I'll hold you," he kissed her swollen, broken lips, "What to wear."
His tone was incredibly domineering.
The man's naked, sinewy arms held her bare self even tighter, their bodies pressing together with no gap between them.
She whimpered, "Can we go out?"
Xu Jingxi laughed, with no intention of leaving, and only spoke next to her ear in a tease, "****." After listening, her cheeks flushed even redder, and she cried more grievously, already looking sickly.
Xu Jingxi kissed her cheek, "How could this amount of time be enough? Playing dumb, have you not experienced it before?"
