On the sofa in the living room, Zhang Qiqi, wearing a pleated skirt, was sitting astride Cheng Zhu's legs.
He held her slender waist that had been trained through years of dance, while she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Their lips were pressed tightly together, their heads occasionally tilting at different angles.
On the coffee table, the red wine in two goblets remained untouched since they entered the apartment.
They knew it was just for show, but they hadn't expected to stop at opening the bottle.
Great, Zhang Qiqi, the novice player stepping out into the world, initiated her own [Dare].
Cheng Zhu's hands could feel the amazing resilience of her waist and those graceful curves.
Since it was Zhang Qiqi who was clumsily taking the initiative right now, Cheng Zhu barely moved, sitting on the sofa, while she sometimes buried her head deep for a deeper kiss, sometimes slightly leaning back.
