The sweet scent of the girl wafted through the air, and the soft touch of her pink lips made Xi Jiu's big hand on her waist suddenly increase in force.
Their lips had barely touched before Ruan Qi quickly finished the kiss, immediately pulling back to put on her mask again.
This could be called a classic tease-and-run.
Xiu Jiu's eyes darkened with desire, a beast-like predatory gleam surfacing in their depths.
He didn't move, only strengthened his grip, pulling the young girl's waist closer until she was tightly pressed against him.
The end of July brought summer heat, and although the elevator was air-conditioned, it was still stuffy.
The fabric of their clothes was thin, their skin intimately pressed together through the material, a suggestive sensation that was more maddening than being bare.
Ruan Qi felt the man's body heat, her masked face gradually reddening.
