Faint yellow light.
With lips enticing and entangling, Su Weiwei reached out and loosened Huo Beiting's tie, whispering his name like a succubus.
"Beiting, if you want to sleep with me, you have to marry me."
Huo Beiting tugged at her dress, speaking maliciously, "Marry you? Fine, but it's a package deal." He suggestively stroked her lower abdomen.
Su Weiwei was aroused by his provocation.
Her breathing was rapid.
"When I came up just now, I thought I saw Young Master Sun."
Su Weiwei spoke in a pinched voice, acting coy. While she talked, she didn't forget to caress his body.
"Him?"
Huo Beiting chuckled, "He can afford a room?"
In a coquettish manner, Su Weiwei said, "At least he's called Sun Weimeng."
"Is he stronger than me?"
Huo Beiting pressed her down onto the bed fiercely.
Su Weiwei kept giggling, trembling like a flower in the wind.
A night of passion entwined.
Day broke, brightly.
