Bedroom

It didn't take long for Wuxing to regret his deal from before. Scarlet was indeed too crafty. 

In his imagination, he was supposed to hug Scarlet like a little sister, standing while gently embracing her. That's it. But there seemed to be some changes he wasn't aware of. 

Since when did an innocent hug turn into a lap dance?

"Does my hug feel good?" Scarlet asked happily, pressing her ample chest into his own. She wasn't a kid, at least not at first glace with such a developed body as a weapon. 

Her arms were wrapped around his back and her bottom wasn't any different, pressed closely to his waist. She rubbed her cheek against him like a cat trying to please his owner. 

He tried not to think about her advances but it was stronger than him, her butt too soft to simply ignore it. To make it even worse, she was constantly moving, shifting positions as if to find herself the most comfortable one.