"Mrs. Niu, please have some self-respect."
Wang Jian pulled his arm free from Yang Rong's grasp and took two steps back, his expression serious as he spoke his mind. "I have something to attend to at home. I don't have time to go..."
To your house? How could I... I'm in a hurry to get back to Xu Qian.
Wang Jian glanced at his splashed clothes, his brow furrowing uncontrollably. A splash of cool water was indeed refreshing this time of year, but this particular water smelled of laundry detergent. Who knew what it had been used for.
Before he could finish, Yang Rong cut him off, pressing closer once again. She wore nothing underneath her T-shirt, which was now soaked from the neckline down. She paid her drenched top no mind, letting her two massive mounds, tipped with purple grapes, swing brazenly in the air. Judging by her demeanor, she was more than happy to let Wang Jian take in the view.
