Looking at Wang Dahai's broad and strong back, Zhao Xue gently pursed her lips, stretched out her arms, wrapped them around his neck, and entrusted her body to his back.
Her body was light, and Wang Dahai didn't feel burdened as he stood up.
Lin Wanqiu, meanwhile, put on a backpack, held a cellphone for light, and led the way.
Wang Dahai, carrying her, followed behind at a very slow pace.
At first, he had been very honest, and Zhao Xue gradually relaxed as well.
But suddenly, Zhao Xue felt that the hand Wang Dahai had on her legs was starting to wander.
His hand reached up to her thigh, gently caressing it and making her feel ticklish.
She wanted to tell Wang Dahai to stop moving, but Lin Wanqiu was still there.
Yet, without speaking, him touching her like that made her somewhat angry.
She bit her lower lip and suddenly reached out with her small hand, pinching him on his waist.
Hisss!
Wang Dahai took a breath, that little woman was really heavy-handed.
