After thinking for a moment, Zhao Xinmei spoke slowly: "Your room."
Chen Bin nodded, then, still joined as one, whispered softly: "Hold on tight to me!"
Before Zhao Xinmei could react, he picked her up directly.
She gave a startled cry, instinctively wrapping her slender arms tightly around Chen Bin's neck, her beautiful legs locking firmly around his thighs.
She looked devastatingly sexy in that position—absolutely perfect.
Honestly, although Zhao Xinmei had that lush, voluptuous figure, exuding the unique charm of an Asian beauty from every curve,
she didn't feel heavy at all in his arms.
Chen Bin just supported Zhao Xinmei's ass with his hands, carrying her slowly toward the side bedroom.
Every shaky step made his dragon inside her valley shudder with the rhythm, gently thrusting deeper.
Given their relationship, with Zhao Xinmei as the elder, being held like this by her stepson—waves of shame washed over her.
That was when Chen Bin suddenly loosened his grip.
