Chen Dashan groggily opened his eyes, only to see an enlarged beautiful face, frowning as she looked at him. Her flower-like face had a sharp expression with a hint of grievance because of the frown.
The mix of these two auras created a unique flavor.
Her red lips lightly bit, and the beauty of wanting to speak but then stopping made the firm place even harder, almost painfully stiff.
Seeing Chen Dashan awake, Wang Shiman became a little flustered. After all, it had been many years since she had been alone with a man, let alone sharing a bedroom.
In her panic, her high heel wobbled: "Ah!"
Wang Shiman exclaimed and stumbled straight onto Chen Dashan.
She struggled to get up and continued, "Why did you suddenly wake up? You scared me to death!"
Because she couldn't get up with the high heels, she reached out and grabbed something that seemed very large, a bit hard, a bit soft, and somewhat hot.
Wang Shiman didn't react immediately.
"Damn!"
