"Tap, tap, tap—"
Footsteps echoed through the quiet Underground Parking Lot.
Dim lights illuminated the empty space. Only the surveillance Camera Lenses in the distance flickered with faint red lights.
Wearing sunglasses and a mask, Bei Yuwei gracefully approached a Toyota Alphard.
The door slid smoothly open to one side.
Bei Yuwei quickly climbed inside.
With a snap, the door shut tight, cutting off every sound from outside.
"Yuwei! You're finally back!" Her assistant, Xiao Tao, looked at her nervously and spoke rapidly. "Are you okay? Sister Bing said we have to return to Wu Mountain International Hotel before eleven, or someone with ulterior motives might notice."
Bei Yuwei shook her head and let out a long breath. Her legs began trembling uncontrollably. Her face beneath the mask was flushed and burning, as though she had just emerged from a steamer.
Her mind was filled with every moment from the suite just now.
Especially the instant his bathrobe had fallen open, revealing those hard, defined eight-pack abdominal muscles, the faintly visible mermaid line, and his smooth muscle lines in their entirety before her eyes. The primal impact of desire and attraction had nearly made her lose control.
Having come from a talent show, she was only twenty, but she had already been in the entertainment industry for over three years.
Even if she had never eaten pork, she had seen pigs run.
For today, she had spent a long time preparing herself mentally and tactically. She had even watched plenty of adult videos to hone her skills.
But imagination and practice were completely different things.
Awkwardness and clumsiness intertwined, while tenderness and roughness collided.
More importantly, Tang Song had gone on for rather a long time.
In the end, she had a sudden idea and did a live cosplay of