So soft, so fragrant.
Wang Dahai's consciousness was blurry; he couldn't distinguish whether he was dreaming or experiencing reality.
All he knew was that he held a tender body in his arms, and the two full bounties pressed against him delighted his heart and soothed his spirit.
A small lilac tongue slid in his mouth, making him so enamored that he didn't want to let go.
But he was so very sleepy.
His eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
Suddenly, it felt like something had slipped into his trousers and grabbed him.
But he was really so sleepy, and he had no reaction to these external stimuli.
His standing body also began to sway severely.
Lin Wanqiu's small hand tried several times, but there was no reaction.
She withdrew her hand somewhat angrily and took a half step back with a huff.
Looking at Wang Dahai in front of her, with eyes tightly closed as if he might collapse the next second, she felt utterly helpless.
