Wang Dahai was startled.
He quickly withdrew his hand, but she took a half step forward, pressing her body against his.
"Didn't you think I was insincere? How about now?"
"I didn't mean that."
"You didn't, but I did!"
Wu Qiangwei unfastened her bra, freeing her elastic, full chest, which then pressed against his chest as she reached down to grasp his already responsive heat.
The moment she gripped him, her body also trembled slightly, and she subconsciously wanted to step back, but she resisted.
She gripped him even tighter, pressing against his body forcefully and said, "I offered you money, you didn't want it, just a 'sorry,' which in your view was frivolous and insincere. Even though you said it was okay, I know you haven't really accepted my apology."
"I don't like owing people, and this is the most sincere apology I can think of. Is it enough?"
"Miss Wu..."
"Wang Dahai, are you even a man?"
