"Let me dance for you."
Yang Linglong, who had been forcibly carried back to the bedroom by Lin Fan, looked at the time on her phone.
It was already 8:10 pm, but Ning Mengyao still hadn't arrived.
"Let's talk about dancing later; after all, the night is long, and we can play slowly."
Lin Fan, who had already been thirsty, wasn't in the mood for that now.
Seeing the allure beneath her short skirt, he pounced on her like a hungry wolf.
Her slim figure was completely in his grasp, and her sexy lips were enveloped in his mouth.
The rampant spring view carried with it heavy breathing.
Before long, Yang Linglong had completely lost her power to resist.
Wave after wave of joy entwined the two obliviously.
By the time Yang Linglong came to her senses again,
it was already 10 pm on her phone.
But from start to finish, Ning Mengyao had not appeared.
Until now, she hadn't even sent a message.
"Was I deceived?"
