And Zhou Wang was more like the silence before the hunt.
Even though the intoxication was mixed with impulses constantly rising, he was still cautiously verifying… This was the survival instinct of a seasoned hunter.
Of course, even if he did nothing, for Zhou Wang at this moment, it was already a great pleasure.
He could feel every hint of scorching heat conveyed from the astonishing curves pressed against him, and the irresistible small friction induced by the slight trembling.
Just like how all love affairs are most intoxicating during moments of ambiguity, this was the same; at this moment, the tug-of-war of emotions that were on the verge of speaking but held back, and the atmosphere created by intertwined gazes and near-touching lips, were the essence of everything.
You know what you want, she knows what you want; she doesn't want to let you get it easily, yet she can't resist because she also wants something…
This is a psychological game unique to adults.
"Zhou Wang."
