Zhang Yanhong acted as if nothing had happened, her face calm yet brimming with happiness and pride, as she gently brushed her hair and sashayed into the room.
After settling herself on the sofa and pouring a cup of tea for herself and for Wang Jie, she took a comfortable sip before lying on her side on the sofa.
With her arms and hands propping up her cheek, Zhang Yanhong's smile was brimming with excitement as she beckoned Wang Jie over.
"What are you standing there for? Come in and have some hot tea," she called out.
"Hurry and take a sip, it's steaming hot, just one gulp and you'll feel so comfortable."
Her tone and movements were filled with ambiguity and temptation.
Zhang Yanhong rubbed her legs together, her hand lightly caressing her body as if ants were crawling on her.
Unable to hold back a soft moan, Wang Jie instantly felt numb all over.
He, Wang Jie, had never expected to find such a glass house under the lake, let alone that it would be so clean and dry inside.