Fu Xuefeng turned to see Liu Weiwei with both hands on the cabinet, her upper body slightly bent forward, and her buttocks slightly raised.
Such a delicate curve was extremely enticing.
Wang Dahai's hand, however, was suspended above her waist.
Upon seeing this scene, Fu Xuefeng's mind just exploded.
What were they doing?
"What's wrong?" Wang Dahai turned and looked over, his face puzzled.
He dared to touch his girlfriend in front of Fu Xuefeng because he was constantly watching Fu Xuefeng.
The moment Fu Xuefeng turned his head, he had already quickly withdrawn his hand.
But he turned too quickly, causing Wang Dahai's hand, though withdrawn, to still linger above Liu Weiwei's buttocks.
Fu Xuefeng was still some distance away, and at a glance, it looked like Wang Dahai was touching his girlfriend.
But seeing Wang Dahai's confused expression, he instead began to doubt whether he had seen wrong.
"What are you doing?" he asked uncertainly.