Accident

"Why?" Han Enzhen shot Elmer a glance and sipped her red wine, making a sound of disapproval. "This wine can't compare to the 200-year-old vintage from my family. Too bad, by the time I return home, my dad probably finished it all."

"This wine is actually nothing special. You should try the homemade ones here; that's the real deal. Haven't you tried them?" Elmer teased.

"There's no way they can beat the 200-year-old vintage from my family," Han Enzhen laughed confidently. Her outer long-sleeved shirt was a bit loose, but the short-sleeved one inside hugged her curvaceous figure tightly, accentuating her mature charm.

With her legs crossed, the pants clung to her fair thigh flesh, leaving a little gap that made Elmer eager to explore the hidden world within and wonder about the color of her labia. If they bled when poked, she would truly be an extraordinary woman.