"Ah!"
Liu Weiwei hadn't expected Wang Dahai to be so audacious as to follow her inside.
She felt her body burn to the touch, soft and pliant, as if she were a pool of spring water.
"Wang Dahai, stop touching me, please, my mom is still at home."
Her eyes were misty, her body uncontrollably writhing, arousing the fire deep within Wang Dahai.
Wang Dahai whispered, "Is there surveillance in any other rooms besides the living room?"
"No more, ugh, your touching makes me so uncomfortable. Wang, please stop, alright? Wait until I see you out later, then I'll help you, okay?"
Being cooped up at home for so long, she too was bursting with frustration.
And with both parents at home, she didn't dare comfort herself, fearing the noise would be too loud or her parents might suddenly burst in.
This had caused her to bottle up a fiery energy, so sensitive that even the slightest touch was hard to bear.