Wang Dahai had just kissed her when he immediately regretted it.
Yan Ke's mind buzzed, a bit stunned.
Clearly, she hadn't expected Wang Dahai to be so proactive.
But she quickly immersed herself in it, her red lips parting willingly, her little tongue exploring.
Wang Dahai was about to pull away when he felt her take initiative, his hard-won resolve crumbling in an instant, lost in the tenderness.
He turned his body, wrapping his arms around Yan Ke's ample waist, pressing close against her, fully feeling her softness, his large hand caressing her pajama-clad buttocks.
He wanted to go further, but his reason told him he shouldn't.
She was sleepwalking, and waking her up would be shameful not just for Liu Weiwei but for him as well.
But while he could restrain himself, Yan Ke's fire had been stoked, her hands actively pushing down his shorts while her own pajamas were twisted down to her knees.
Only a single piece of fabric protected her modesty, defending staunchly.
