Wang Dahai lifted her camisole and leaned down to gently bite her fullness.
Qin Rong shivered again.
While kissing, Wang Dahai thrust his hips.
His tender movements gradually made Qin Rong get accustomed until, after a dozen minutes, he began a torrential assault like a tempest.
Qin Rong's cries, her arousing panting and moaning, filled the entire room.
Over forty minutes later, Wang Dahai finally stopped.
He got off her.
Qin Rong's body was as limp as mud, unmoving.
Her drifting consciousness also slowly returned.
She glanced at Wang Dahai beside her and whispered, "I want to sleep."
After saying this, she turned over.
As if what had just happened had never occurred.
Wang Dahai did not look like he intended to return to his own bed. He said softly, "Police Officer Qin."
"What?" Qin Rong felt shy inside.
Wang Dahai said, "I have a habit when I sleep, I need to tell you in advance."
A habit?
"What habit?"
"I sleepwalk."
