She was empty inside, and at that moment, clinging closely beneath Wang Dahai despite the shorts between them.
But the delicate softness was especially clear to Wang Dahai.
His mind momentarily blurred, and he instinctively wanted to wrap his arms around her waist and rub against her fiercely.
But then he remembered that she might be sick, and Wang Dahai immediately sat up and pushed her off him.
Caught off guard, Wu Qiangwei was pushed against the wall, looking confused as he quickly got up from the ground and hastily took several steps back.
For a moment, she even doubted, was she really that ugly?
Or perhaps, Wang Dahai was not interested in women.
She was wearing nothing underneath, and their contact had been so intimate.
If that pair of shorts were to be taken off, their contact just a moment ago would have essentially amounted to a substantial relationship.
Yet, he had pushed her away?
Wu Qiangwei felt a tightness in her chest and her whole being lost confidence.