Feeling Wang Dahai react again, Wu Qiangwei hurriedly pushed him away.
Quickly getting out of bed, she turned on the room lights.
Her vision cleared instantly.
Looking at Wu Qiangwei's voluptuous yet graceful body, Wang Dahai's eyes were like those of a starving wolf, almost devouring her.
Wu Qiangwei felt slightly uncomfortable.
She glanced at Chen Die.
Chen Die was lying on the bed with marks of Wang Dahai's ravage still on her.
She took out her phone and pointed at Chen Die.
The meaning was very obvious.
Wang Dahai hesitated.
Wu Qiangwei didn't speak, just walked over, leaned on the bed, gave him an enchanting look, and then, opening her mouth slightly, she began to gently nibble.
Wang Dahai shivered pleasurably.
Wu Qiangwei's delicate fingers gently pushed on his chest, pushing him down onto the bed.
Then, she grabbed the quilt and covered his upper body.
Wang Dahai chuckled wryly, understanding what she meant.
After covering him up.
