Wang Dahai was certain; this woman was definitely doing it on purpose!
"Oh my." Liang Jiagia gave another soft exclamation, resting her hands on his arm, feigning confusion as she said, "What's that poking me?"
As she spoke, she even twisted her waist, making that thing of his take a turn on her peachy garden.
Only then did she look down as if she'd just noticed it, and feigned surprise, "Oh no, Mr. Wang, I'm so sorry. It wasn't on purpose."
She took a step back, apologizing coyly.
"Ahem, it's fine." Wang Dahai looked down and saw more wetness at the peak of the tent.
"I, I'll help you out," she added; this time, without waiting for Wang Dahai to express his attitude, she had already reached out, grabbed the hem of his trousers, and pulled them down.
In an instant, she saw his magnificent treasure again.
Her beautiful eyes sparkled, giggling as she looked, seemingly mesmerized by the sight.
By now, Wang Dahai was no longer reserved and said, "Then I'll trouble Miss Liang."
