After the two shared a defining kiss, they were like dry kindling meeting a fierce fire, the Weaver girl encountering Cowherd, and hastily found a nearby hotel. As soon as the room door opened, they threw themselves onto the bed and rolled into a tangled heap...
Hehehe...
"Your drool is dripping," Aske remarked with a grin as he watched Medea fall into some inexplicable fantasy.
Medea silently wiped the corner of her mouth, thinking that now that she'd made it to first base, it was time to move on to the second stage—more intimate bodily contact.
Once Aske got used to this close touching, she could then take it further in one fell swoop, to get him into a hotel room.
Her mind buzzing with unfulfilled desire, she started getting restless with the hands that hugged Aske, stealthily reaching down when he was not paying attention.
But then—snap—Aske caught her red-handed.
"What are you doing?" Aske furrowed his brows and asked.
