A glass of red wine, nearly finished.
Wu Qiangwei set down her wine glass, her cheeks flushing slightly, and her whole body feeling a bit feverish.
She slowly turned her eyes and looked towards Wang Dahai.
Wang Dahai felt her gaze and looked back at her.
Eyes meeting, the faint threads of affection between them were rapidly heating up.
Though there was no bodily contact or superfluous movements, both could clearly feel their body temperatures rising, their heartbeats accelerating.
Wang Dahai put down his wine glass, just about to speak when Wu Qiangwei suddenly pulled out her phone and switched it to video recording mode.
Then, she placed the phone on the coffee table, adjusting its position.
Watching her actions, Wang Dahai knew what she was doing, his heart growing even tenser.
After completing these preparatory tasks, Wu Qiangwei walked over without saying a word.
Suddenly, Wang Dahai extended his arms and embraced her in his arms.
