Chapter 3
Wu Song’s hands directly grasped Wu Xiaohong’s round buttocks. They weren’t very large, not on the same level as her mother’s, but exceptionally firm and elastic, impossible to fully grasp with one hand, yet incredibly satisfying to knead, making him reluctant to let go.
"Both of us are eighteen, don’t you want to do it with me?" Wu Song asked Wu Xiaohong eagerly.
The strong hands kneaded with increasing fervor.
Wu Xiaohong’s body trembled, instinctively wanting to push Wu Song away.
For some reason, she wasn’t very resistant deep down, and the hands pressing against Wu Song’s chest grew weak and powerless.
Wu Song’s touch made her feel flustered and disoriented, but strangely, she wasn’t repulsed. Instead, the friction in her buttocks left her feeling intensely empty.
"Don’t, don’t do this. I’m asking you to go check on Little Black." Wu Xiaohong felt panicked, realizing what Wu Song was doing wasn’t right, and she should refuse.
Yet inside, she really didn’t want to refuse. On the contrary, she wanted Wu Song to continue.
But her rationality was still present, forcing her to remind Wu Song she had something to discuss.
Wu Song’s Yang Qi was already exploding, making him hard beyond belief, with only one thought in his mind: to do it.
"Little Black’s issue isn’t urgent; tomorrow, we can just take it to visit Little Yellow." Wu Song felt parched with desire. Finishing his words, he didn’t wait for Wu Xiaohong’s reaction and bent down to kiss her on the lips.
"Mmhmm..."