An Ning's voice became hoarse and quivering, charmingly seductive.
The man suddenly laughed. "Do you know that what you just said is an invitation to a man?"
"I know. Don't you like it when I invite you like this?" An Ning continued to kiss him.
At the exit of the underground parking lot, a line of cars was already waiting to drive out, without knowing when it started.
The man started the engine again and headed towards the best hotel in the city.
Perhaps it was because the man's embrace was too warm, or maybe because its firmness was like that of the older man, that made An Ning feel so safe.
Soon she fell asleep, and when she woke up again, she was already on the large bed in the hotel.
A warm towel was wiping her face back and forth, and An Ning unhappily shook her cheeks. "No..."
