Wu Qiangwei did not resist, and naturally closed her eyes.
This time, Song Guanchao felt no obstruction, his tongue easily slipping into her mouth.
The faint sweetness of red wine spread between their teeth.
Song Guanchao's hand roamed around her waist, eventually unsatisfied with her slim waist, slipped into her pants, grabbing her shapely bottom.
"Hmm, hmm~" Wu Qiangwei moaned softly, her legs weakened by the grasp, struggling to stand.
Song Guanchao withdrew his tongue, breathing heavily: "Is anyone home?"
"Yes..."
Song Guanchao was startled, yes?
Someone's actually home?
For a moment, he doubted whether Wu Qiangwei was tricking him.
While he was in a daze, Wu Qiangwei suddenly took out his hand and walked into the hallway.
Song Guanchao looked puzzled, what was this?
He followed into the hallway and saw Wu Qiangwei tidying her clothes.
Was she worried about someone inside the house peeking through the peephole?
