Entering the corridor, Wang Dahai put the shopping bag on the ground and turned to look at her.
Zhao Xue pinched the hem of her camisole with her tiny hands, her voice timid, "What are you going to do?"
Wang Dahai didn't speak; instead, he moved forward two steps, reached around her waist with his hand, pulled her gently, and enveloped her in his embrace.
Their bodies pressed closely together, her soft physique that carried a faint scent of young maiden, intoxicated Wang Dahai.
Lowering his head, he saw Zhao Xue had already arched her neck voluntarily, her long lashes trembling slightly, and her lively, beautiful eyes holding a mix of shyness and anticipation.
"Don't go in," Zhao Xue said softly.
"Hmm!"
Wang Dahai buried his head and captured her lips. Zhao Xue willingly parted her red lips, their tongues entwined, mingling their breaths, their body temperatures soaring rapidly.
