In such an atmosphere, if Song Guanchao could still restrain himself, he wouldn't be a normal man.
His hand on her perky behind squeezed tightly, while the other gripped her slender waist.
Chu Xiao'e was somewhat tipsy, unaware of why she was making such moves.
Although she was used to making decisions on her own for both big and small matters, she was, after all, just a woman.
Especially after having been kidnapped by bandits, she deeply felt the agony of helplessness.
The moment Song Guanchao, like a warrior god, rescued his daughter from the bandits, Chu Xiao'e experienced a sense of security she hadn't felt in a long time.
Perhaps due to being divorced for so many years, her heart felt empty, needing broad shoulders and a warm embrace.
She let Song Guanchao's large hands caress her body, over areas that hadn't been visited by a man in years.
Long-suppressed desires unfurled at that moment.
