If it were someone else, they might be so shy that they would run away or something.

But Wang Hao is clearly not that kind of person.

He dared to sleep with several of his masters, so how could he possibly back down at a time like this?

Wang Hao walked straight forward and hugged Luo Hongyu from behind, his arms reaching for the peak.

Luo Hongyu couldn't help but tremble all over.

But she didn't resist; she just let Wang Hao embrace her, feeling the heat of his body, and remained silent with her head down.

Wang Hao's hands, too, began to wander.

Faced with such temptation, who could resist?

It's not just Luo Hongyu's personal charm, but more importantly, at this moment, Luo Hongyu...

It's no different from having nothing at all!

Wang Hao's breathing became increasingly rapid, and his hands had already reached places he shouldn't have, even completely disheveling Luo Hongyu's clothes.

Luo Hongyu completely lost all reason.

She had no resistance to Wang Hao to begin with.

All talk of ethics and morality is utterly insignificant compared to her relationship with Wang Hao.

So many years of feelings, how can they be explained in just a few words?

Most importantly, from today onwards, Wang Hao's relationship with her will have an additional layer of identity.

My savior!

In ancient times, or rather, in the worldview of the Yaochi people, the debt of saving a life... should be repaid with one's own body.

Under these circumstances, Luo Hongyu would not refuse whatever Wang Hao did.

Not to mention, this person is Wang Hao.

Finally, after Wang Hao's hand started to wander downwards, Luo Hongyu suddenly turned around, pushed Wang Hao to the ground, sat on him, and looked at Wang Hao who was still a little dazed. Her face was red as she lowered her voice and said, "I like to take the initiative."