After sending the message, Shi Yang drove rapidly from the West District through three main streets, heading home.
When he opened the door with his key, he was greeted by darkness; the house lights were off, with only the flowing gleam from the living room's French windows streaming in.
Almost as soon as Shi Yang stepped through the door, he was grabbed around the waist and pulled inside by Zhao Meimei, who had been lying in wait; they locked the door.
A faint scent of roses wafted through the air, refreshing and captivating. Zhao Meimei wrapped her arms around Shi Yang's neck, stood on tiptoe to whisper in his ear with a playful, soft voice, "Brother!"
That simple word left Shi Yang savoring endless layers of meaning — enticing, alluring, mesmerizing, tempting...
His breath became heavier, and his eyes shone in the darkness.
Leaning against the door, Shi Yang closed his eyes in pleasure, letting Zhao Meimei pull his neck, kiss his earlobe, and bite his Adam's apple.
