Two people fell solidly onto the sofa.
Wang Dahai was on top, and Lawyer Xu was beneath him.
In this position, and with both wearing little, Wang Dahai could almost clearly feel her soft body.
The two full mounds at his chest were pressing against his own, stirring wild thoughts and an overwhelming rush of blood.
Boom, rumble!
Another round of thunder echoed.
Suddenly, the lights in the living room went out.
A blackout.
The entire house was plunged into darkness in an instant.
But fortunately, with Wang Dahai pressing down on her, she didn't feel scared at all.
Their eyes met closely; at this distance, their noses could almost touch.
Although it was pitch black, they could clearly see each other's eyes.
For a while, they maintained this pose without moving.
Under such gaze, they both saw in each other's eyes a hint of something unusual—a subtle emotional undercurrent.
The atmosphere had also become somewhat ambiguous.
Their breathing grew heavier.
