"She can't do this!"
Zhao Xue was furious and wanted to go out to confront her.
But Wang Dahai was holding her very tightly.
It wasn't until then that she remembered that Wang Dahai was under the influence of the drug.
His reaction was strong.
He needed release.
Wang Dahai's body was burning hot like a furnace, and the hard object pressing against her lower abdomen felt like an iron rod, shocking and embarrassing Zhao Xue.
"You..." Zhao Xue blushed with embarrassment, feeling herself soften under his heat, "I, I don't want to do this here."
She was different from Liu Weiwei.
She and Wang Dahai had known each other for a long time, going from acquaintance to familiarity, then to affection, step by step, naturally growing closer.
She liked Wang Dahai, but did not want to be here.
This was Liu Weiwei's home, and furthermore, Liu Weiwei was right outside.
She knew how loud her own reactions could be, and she did not want Liu Weiwei to hear them.
