The man's hand, having lost all restraint, slid down Winter's smooth thigh. Her skirt was pushed up in an instant.
As his hand roughly brushed up her stockings, Winter's gaze grew even more languid as she gasped for breath.
Hugo's hand delved deeper into the inside of Winter's thigh.
This is troublesome, I'm too wet, Winter thought, trying to grasp her fading consciousness. She didn't want him to discover how soaked her body had become from just kissing.
When Winter hesitated, Hugo immediately removed his hand from her thigh. Continuing to push his tongue deep into her mouth, he pulled down Winter's hiked-up skirt.
Relief and disappointment crossed in Winter's heart.
At that moment, the man's large palm slipped inside Winter's thin blouse.
Hugo's hand on her bare skin was ice-cold. The cool touch caressed Winter's waist as if pressing into her.
Winter inhaled sharply, startled by the chilly sensation.
Just then, the previously dark lights suddenly came to life.
