Song Xiu bit her lip and sat next to Li Ming, not exactly at the spot where Li Ming asked her to sit, but a handspan's distance away. Yet as she sat down, his free hand was set on the other side of the buttocks where she contacted the couch, sliding next to his body.
In an instant, a scorching and intense aura was drawn into her through her nostrils. Song Xiu instantly stiffened, feeling the proper attire she was wearing being undone from the waistband, and a large careless hand slid in…
Her pants were spread across the couch, and Song Xiu gasped in the heat of her bottom. She glanced at Lei Ming with a kind of stiffness, only to see him silently bow his head. Then two more buttons on her outfit were undone, and another hand slid up.
She opened her mouth, only to have her tongue blocked.
"..."
What was initially a tea room for communication had suddenly fallen silent.