The elevator was packed with people, leaving no extra space whatsoever.
Wang Dahai stood rigidly in place, motionless.
But he could feel Zhang Jie's buttocks twisting.
With such twisting, her plump buttock cleavage precisely trapped his "precious treasure," giving him an incomparable thrill and pleasure.
What was Mrs. Zhang doing?
She was actually taking the initiative...
Wang Dahai was a bit dazed.
Soon, he understood.
Zhang Jie wasn't taking the initiative; she was trying to get his "precious treasure" to move away.
But in such a cramped elevator space, her actions, far from getting away, only drew her in deeper.
Wang Dahai had his grievances but couldn't speak them out, worried that Zhang Jie would misunderstand him.
He quickly took out his phone, typed a message, and then held the screen up for Zhang Jie to see.
"Mrs. Zhang, please don't move."
Upon seeing the message, Zhang Jie felt overwhelmingly embarrassed and immediately stopped moving.