Wang Dahai's heart pounded like a drum.
Wu Qiangwei's legs were long and straight, her buttocks round and perky.
The perfection of her figure was vividly displayed under her jeans.
Beneath the jeans, a pair of fair legs, marked with some bruises and scratches.
Wang Dahai felt slightly embarrassed, thinking he might have been a bit too rough last night.
But he couldn't really blame himself; it was Wu Qiangwei's allure that was so strong, he couldn't help but want to ravish her.
She lowered her head, lifted the blanket, and crawled in, lying beside him.
She turned her head to look at him when she saw Wang Dahai was also watching her, she suddenly asked, "Not cold anymore?"
Wang Dahai was startled and hastily shivered, his teeth chattering, "Cold."
"..." Wu Qiangwei had guessed he was pretending, and the purpose was self-evident.
She couldn't be bothered to expose him; she turned her body and whispered imperceptibly, "Hold me."
