"Of course."
Jiang Qingkui suddenly leaned back, crossing her long legs hidden beneath the professional skirt of her windbreaker. Wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, they were full and rounded, a startling sight at this moment.
But what truly took Zhou Wang's breath away was her expression at that moment, haughty yet containing a hint of tease, as if saying...
What can you do to me?
Zhou Wang didn't know how Jiang Qingkui dared, but he felt he might really be malnourished today.
Zhou Wang suddenly stood up, reached out, and grabbed Jiang Qingkui's slightly cool, slender hand. Then, with a gentle pull, he drew her into his arms amid her soft gasp.
The collision hurt a bit initially, but soon that pain was replaced by a solid warmth.
Jiang Qingkui, just over 1.7 meters tall, was now eye-level with Zhou Wang, thanks to her high heels. Before she could even react, Zhou Wang had wrapped one arm around her waist, lifting the other high.
It was loud.
