The air in the kiosk was thick with the scent of damp earth and the heavy, electric tension that had been building between them for years.
Above, the night sky was a void of deep indigo, the distant stars offering a cold contrast to the heat radiating between Haoran and Huo Yue.
"Strip." Haoran ordered as he broke away from her and sat down on a bench.
Huo Yue's breath hitched, a sharp intake of air that rattled in her chest as she slowly stood up.
The command was simple, blunt, and stripped of any tenderness, exactly how she remembered him. The authority in Haoran's voice acted like a physical touch, sending a jolt of adrenaline straight to her core while her thighs pressed together instinctively, the friction sparking a fire in her pussy that had been dormant for far too long.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling.
She didn't hesitate. Her fingers, shaking with a mixture of nerves and raw desperation, reached for the hem of her dress.
