An Zhihao shivered at the way his fingers dug into her soft flesh through the silky fabric of her bunny suit.
She licked her lips, her bright, mischievous eyes daring him to act. "And what if we want to play, Brother Qiang?"
Lin Yue, ever composed, let out a soft hum of amusement. "Mmm… should I be concerned, or are you actually planning to discipline us?" she teased, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns along his collarbone.
Xu Qianghua's gaze flickered between the two beauties—one pressing against him playfully, the other leaning in with quiet temptation.
The contrast between them was intoxicating like fire and ice melting into one.
"I guess I have no choice."
Before either of them could react, he moved.