Seeing Wang Dahai suddenly standing in front of her, Zhao Xue instinctively shrank back.
But then she remembered that it was she who had instigated this encounter, and to show fear now would be too humiliating.
Thus, she mustered her courage, lifted her head, and huffed, "I'm not scared at all!"
Wang Dahai laughed. This girl was so easily provoked.
With just a casual remark, he had riled her up.
"Oh, that's good to hear," he said.
Wang Dahai continued, "Shall we continue with what we were doing last time?"
Last time…
Ever since their last encounter, Zhao Xue had seemingly entered the phase of a young girl in the throes of spring.
At night, she was abnormally restless, tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, with images of what she and Wang Dahai had done that day replaying in her mind.
Her body would heat up uncontrollably, making her clench her legs and rub them together.
And every morning when she awoke, her little intimates were damp.