Gurgle.
Wang Dahai swallowed.
After spending several days together, Ning Mei still drew the curtains every time.
Even though everything that should have occurred in the dark had indeed occurred, Ning Mei, just like Wu Qiangwei, refused to acknowledge these events afterward, as if they had never happened.
Thus, on the surface, there was never any physical contact between them, maintaining this sense of distance.
But now, she was dressed in a cheongsam and high heels.
This surely wasn't attire for exercising?
Ning Mei walked over, her seductive gaze hooking him momentarily, and then she drew the curtains shut.
In the darkness, Ning Mei approached, took his hand, and led him to the wall.
Then, she leaned against the wall, arching her back and pushing out her buttocks.
Wang Dahai lifted the hem of her dress and thrust deeply.
Moans quickly ensued.
After a round of intense activity, Ning Mei pulled the curtains open.
