Han Xinyue seemed reluctant, her face a mask of fury as if she were ready to bite someone's head off. Unexpectedly, however, she didn't stop any of Sun Zhe's actions.
Sun Zhe, as if deliberately testing her limits, let his hand venture deeper and deeper, his movements growing bolder.
SQUELCH… SQUELCH…
A strange, wet sound drifted faintly from the dark and cramped corner.
Han Xinyue leaned against the seat and writhed, her delicate body trembling one moment and tensing the next. Occasionally, she would cast a wistful gaze at Sun Zhe. Her long, jade-like legs, wrapped in pearlescent stockings, would spread apart and then close together. Inside her high heels, her silk-clad feet curled up, toes clenching so tightly they threatened to tear through the soles.
