"Woman, you're playing with fire."
Not only that, but Song Tianran also wrapped her arms around Wang Jian's neck. Looking at him with a smile, she asked, "How is this playing with fire?"
Who knows what got into her, but she leaned close to Wang Jian's ear and whispered, "Don't you like it? You weren't always like this."
Wang Jian stared at the woman so close to him, completely defeated. When had he ever been otherwise? Although he had changed in some ways over the years, his feelings for her had never wavered. He couldn't bring himself to say that, not now. Since she had him hooked, he stopped struggling. Reaching out, he stroked the hair by her ear and said slowly, "Then what was I like before?"
"Don't you have a clue?" Song Tianran scoffed. "Do I need to teach you?"
Wang Jian could hear her breathing growing heavy as she began to grind her hips against him. He could only say, "I haven't showered yet."
