Wang Dahai's hand was currently resting on Zhou Qian's lower abdomen.
Hearing Zhou Qian's words, Wang Dahai solemnly said, "I'm different."
"I don't have any other motive; I just simply like you."
"You like me?" Zhou Qian tilted her head, with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
"Yes, I like you."
Wang Dahai's hand slowly slid under her nightgown, grasping her fullness, tenderly playing with it in the palm of his hand.
"Hehe." Zhou Qian chuckled softly, it was unclear whether she was laughing at his words or something else.
Wang Dahai gradually increased his strength, slowly pulling her body onto his own.
Their two bodies slowly pressed together.
Zhou Qian looked at his face drawing near, slowly closed her eyes, and slightly parted her lips, her tender little tongue unexpectedly took the initiative to stick out.
She wasn't like this in the past; when she was with her ex-boyfriend, she would never take the initiative like this.
