More than half an hour later, Xia lay unconscious on a bed in a hotel room.
"Listen, Song, if your leg isn't up to it, just sit this one out." Han Wenqi gave Song Yi, who had insisted on coming along, a disdainful look.
"Heh..." Song Yi gave an awkward laugh. "Han, I can manage. I've been waiting for this day for a long time." As he spoke, he looked at the girl on the bed and nearly drooled.
Being confined to a wheelchair for over two weeks had almost driven him mad with frustration. If Han Wenqi hadn't been there, he would already have thrown himself on her.
"Look at you. Pathetic." Han Wenqi rolled his eyes at him. "When have I ever left you out?"
Then he continued, "I'm going first. Watch what you're filming. Keep my face out of it."
"Got it, Han. I know what I'm doing." Song Yi grinned and agreed, while inwardly cursing him. Fuck you. You've got some nerve saying that. Every time, I get your leftovers.
He took out his phone, found a good angle, and pressed record. "Han, you can start," he said excitedly.
"Heh..." With a sinister grin, Han Wenqi walked to the bedside and slowly unbuttoned her clothes. Then he grabbed the black lace garment underneath and shoved it upward, exposing her pale breasts.
Song Yi swallowed hard. The expanse of white skin before him, the high curves and the rosy tips, sent blood rushing through him until he felt ready to burst.
He kept shouting inwardly, Hurry up! Just hurry up already!
Han Wenqi could barely contain the softness in his large hands, kneading it into different shapes beneath his palms.
He had lost count of how many times he had done the same things to her, yet