Wang Dahai was staring so intensely that he automatically blocked out her words.
Wu Qiangwei slowly stood up from the bed, her nightgown slipping down from her waist to the floor.
She walked over, stepping on the nightgown.
A fragrant breeze assaulted him.
Wang Dahai's heart pounded like a drum, his gaze following her figure slowly upward until she approached closely, and only then did he gulp down his saliva.
Wu Qiangwei looked down at him from above, suddenly lifting a foot and placing her sole on his chest.
From this angle, Wang Dahai felt dizzy and disoriented.
She slightly raised her eyebrows, proud like a peacock, and asked, "Who looks better?"
Wang Dahai instinctively said, "You..."
This answer pleased Wu Qiangwei.
Her queenly, icy demeanor broke into a smile, as dazzling as a blooming night-blooming cereus, stunning Wang Dahai.
Her lips curled slightly, her beautiful eyes sweeping over him.
Under the thin blanket, Wang Dahai's reaction was all too obvious.