This sentence ignited the wildfire of desire in Wang Dahai's chest, causing it to erupt instantly.
But he suppressed the urge to pounce on her and extended a hand, finding her soft cheek in the darkness.
The moment their skin touched, both their bodies trembled simultaneously.
Yan Jing sat quietly, motionless, her body slightly stiff.
They had already been in true flesh-to-flesh contact, and not just once.
Yet the bodily contact at this moment still caused both of them indescribable excitement and tension.
Merely having her cheek caressed, Yan Jing already felt a response from her body.
She rubbed her thighs together, a warm flow making her thighs slick, and the little intimates she had just put on were already soaked and clinging to her delicate skin.
Wang Dahai cradled her small face, slowly drawing near, and found her soft, pliable lips in the darkness.
"Mmm~"