Wang Dahai slowly removed the hand that was covering her mouth.
She didn't scream, only her breathing gradually became hot and rapid.
A faint blush quickly spread across her cheeks as well.
Her long eyelashes trembled gently, her spirited eyes holding a pool of clear water.
Her body felt somewhat supple as well.
And she felt something pushing against her from below.
She looked into Wang Dahai's eyes, and he stared back at hers, neither of them speaking.
The atmosphere had grown more intimate and ambiguous.
Their faces drew closer and closer, Zhao Xue's lips slightly parted, an unconscious movement.
And the next second, their lips touched.
Cool and soft, with a hint of moisture.
The instant they touched, Zhao Xue's eyes closed slightly, her gaze becoming even more blurred.
Between her red lips, a tender little tongue also actively reached out.
Feeling her movement, Wang Dahai pressed down, kissing her lips, entwining her tongue.
