Wang Dahai reached his hand toward her thigh and felt it.
Bai Ruyi's body tensed immediately, as did her mind.
Her eyes widened, glaring at Wang Dahai.
Wang Dahai met her gaze calmly, smiling, while his hand continued to move restlessly, gently caressing and slowly moving upward.
Bai Ruyi looked around nervously, thankful that the elevator was crowded and no one noticed.
Yet, being in front of so many people, she was still worried someone would discover them.
She wanted to ask Wang Dahai to stop, but feared that her voice would attract others' attention, so she could only silently endure it.
As Wang Dahai continued, his touch stirred her deeply; his hand quickly found its way under her skirt, reaching her little intimates.
He nudged aside the edge of the little intimates and slipped a finger in, touching her tenderness.
It was already somewhat damp.
He gently stroked her, and Bai Ruyi's body started to tremble lightly.
Ding-dong.
The elevator arrived.
