In the stuffy room, Xia Lin carefully removed Zhang Xiaowei's clothes.
Zhang Xiaowei, already flushed with excitement, frightened Xia Lin into widening her eyes, halting her breath.
It took her quite a while to come back to her senses.
With a blush, she tossed her hair back and tied it up with a reverse hand.
Lying on the bed, Zhang Xiaowei stared unblinkingly at the tempting scene before him.
To tie up her hair, Xia Lin straightened her back.
This gesture accentuated her impressive figure even more.
Under the influence of alcohol, Zhang Xiaowei felt as if his body were ablaze, leaving him parched and tongue-tied.
After Xia Lin tied up her hair, she hesitated briefly before undressing in front of Zhang Xiaowei, unaffected by his presence.
Though she was the one taking initiative, the sight of herself with Zhang Xiaowei still made her cheeks flush with embarrassment.
"Master, be careful with your footing."
Xia Lin, face red, came to Zhang Xiaowei's side and helped him up.
