Zhao Dong's large hand was like a thief, making Jiang Nianyu feel as if all her defenses had been breached. An indescribable sensation coursed through her at his touch.
She trembled all over, her gaze growing hazy and lost. Her breathing became scorching hot.
Zhao Dong, too, felt a stirring of restlessness in his heart. Jiang Nianyu's legs were slender, beautiful, and long. Combined with the stockings, the exquisite sensation was arguably one of the best experiences in the world. The silky fabric felt amazing, still warm with her body heat.
Zhao Dong turned to look at her and flashed a mischievous smile. "Still dare to be so arrogant?"
Jiang Nianyu's face flushed crimson. The blush from the alcohol made her appear all the more enchanting and captivating. Her body shivered, but she gritted her teeth, her voice trembling with heat as she replied, "So what if I am... You're... you're not man enough."
