"Stop fooling around."
Liu Lin's small hand pushed against his chest, but couldn't budge him.
Wang Dahai's body was sturdy like a bear, making Liu Lin appear particularly frail before him.
Feeling the big hand causing mischief on her pert buttocks, she hurriedly said, "Don't, Xue is still sleeping."
"I'll be gentle."
Suddenly, Wang Dahai's hand exerted force, and he lifted her up.
Her body instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, hanging onto him.
Wang Dahai walked to the door, closed it, and locked it from the inside.
Seeing his actions, panic rose in Liu Lin's heart, "Not here, please—"
Wang Dahai had already sealed her mouth, his tongue easily prying open her teeth and taking over her mouth, quickly exploring her small mouth.
With one hand supporting Liu Lin's pert buttocks and the other pulling down her yoga pants, he easily pulled them down to her thighs.
Under the yoga pants, it was still a vacuum, and his big hand passed over, feeling moisture.
