Over half an hour later, Wang Dahai supported the leg-weary Zhao Xue, unable to walk straight, as they descended from the rooftop.
Wang Dahai hooked his arm around her waist and asked as they walked, "Are you full now?"
Zhao Xue's face flushed red.
The ferocity of her previous defiance was matched only by her current dishevelment.
In this regard, she had no experience and when faced with Wang Dahai, she could only beg for mercy.
That kind of ecstasy that made her whole body tremble, almost to the point of incontinence, lingered on her mind.
She stiffened her neck and said, "No!"
"No?"
Wang Dahai cleaned out his ears, then suddenly stopped, right at the corner of the stairwell.
He stepped forward, pinning her against the wall. Without a word, he nudged her legs apart with his knee and leaned down, pressing close against her.
His hands moved from Zhao Xue's waist downwards, slipping under the empty space below her skirt and covering her buttocks: "Then shall we continue?"
