While she spoke, she shrank her neck backward, trying to dodge his kiss.
A peach-like flush gradually spread across her body, and a sense of emptiness also began to grow within her.
Huo Jingting, well aware of her body's sensitive spots, exploited every skill to tease her, leaning in to whisper in her ear with a chuckle, "Where does it itch?"
"..."
She could almost never find the words to respond to the lewdness of his speech.
Nanqiao felt her body uncontrollably trembling, finding the man pressing down on her increasingly unbearable. If looks could kill, she was sure he wouldn't stand a chance.
Huo Jingting tore off her clothes, then moved downward.
Although her body was somewhat defenseless, her mind resisted instinctively, remembering the flight the next morning.
"Enough, stop fooling around…"
The plane was at nine in the morning. She needed to be at the airport by seven, and get up at the latest by six. With his antics, would she even be able to wake up tomorrow?
