Wang Yao drove Tong Wei to her house, stopping the car at the bottom of the stairs.
"Why don't you come up and sit for a while?"
"Sure."
Wang Yao followed Tong Wei up the stairs. After entering, Tong Wei poured him a glass of water and then took off her outer coat.
It was already May, and the weather was getting warmer. Tong Wei was wearing a blouse that showed off her graceful curves.
A single man, a single woman—both were gathered together in the same room.
The man was willing; the woman too was willing.
Wang Yao felt his heartbeat racing, and he silently recited some lines from his scriptures. Slowly, his heart calmed down.
"How about staying here for the night?" As she said this, Tong Wei's face flushed, as though she was intoxicated.
Her beauty was like a flower. It was seductive. Truly seductive!
Eh?!
Wang Yao was stunned after hearing that.