When Zhou Wang turned his head to look over, perhaps because he was already a bit drunk, his whole body lost its balance due to a slender leg wrapped in black silk entwining and tugging him down onto the sofa.
As Wu Nala uttered a soft cry, Zhou Wang half-lay on top of her, propping himself up with his arms to gaze down at her.
"Wu Miss, what are you doing?"
Zhou Wang's breath unintentionally became heavier, the smell of alcohol mixing with the air on Wu Nala's smooth cheek, while Wu Nala, at that moment, arched her chest towards him as if she were a cat seeking to please him.
"Mr. Zhou, rest assured, I'm only seeking a night's pleasure. Even if you disagree afterward, I won't cling to you..."
Wu Nala spoke softly and sweetly, her hands already lifting the hem of her skirt. As her snow-white waistline was revealed, a hand hooked onto the edge of her stockings.
