Wuhui thought, given her current posture and the reckless behavior of kissing his lips just now, he would see it and would definitely have no excuse, surely he would push her away, or maybe slap her twice and insult her.
But she didn't expect that the man just looked at her with such a drunk and blurry gaze, still motionless.
He didn't move, so she dared even less to move.
Just like that, riding on top of him, her heart was hanging in her throat, ready to die at any moment.
"Little Hui." He finally pursed his lips and softly uttered two words.
Wuhui was startled, her heartbeat quickened, and with a nervous and frightened tone responded, "Uncle, I..."
Before she could finish speaking, he reached out and grabbed her head, pulling her down in front of him, and fiercely kissed her lips.
Just like that, he stayed connected without wanting to make any more moves out of disgust.
