The sudden voice from the intercom silenced the room, which had been ablaze with captivating beauty.
The three taking a short break exchanged glances. Wang Zhuo waved Xu Chu over to take the call, then chuckled, patting He Ye's delicate cheek, signaling her to continue.
A cool, slick tongue traced a path across her chest, like a small snake winding its way downwards, following the line of her breasts, lower and lower. It circled twice near her navel, skirted the thicket of her pubic hair, and continued descending.
His patience worn thin by her teasing, Wang Zhuo suddenly sat up straight, tilting his head back to gesture for her to turn around.
Wang Zhuo once saw a female hoodlum's signature online: Even the most formidable man will kneel between my legs. While he scoffed at the sentiment, he had to admit it was an unavoidable position...
Just as they were about to resume their journey, Xu Meng, having finished her call, let out a soft gasp and said with visible tension, "Something's wrong! Tian Chun's spouse is downstairs holding Zhao Si'ai hostage!" With a knife!
What?! The two, moments before engaged in an intimate, two-hundred-and-fifty-millimeter close contact, instantly froze like stone!
"Quick, quickly get dressed!" Xu Chu frantically grabbed Wang Zhuo's clothes from the rack.
Wang Zhuo frowned. His X-ray vision instantly pierced through He Ye beneath him, then the beauty bed, the floor, the reinforced concrete slab, the technician and customer on the floor below, layer after layer, finally reflecting off a watch screen before refracting to pass through the walls and other objects, allowing him to see the scene in the first-floor lobby.
At that moment, all four company security guards were standing at high alert. Behind the reception desk, a bearded man was using his right forearm to control the receptionist while holding a boning knife in his left hand, gesticulating and shouting toward a few staff members in the distance.
The man appeared to be around thirty-five, quite sturdy, with a slight local accent coloring his speech. The receptionist named Zhao Si'ai was white with terror, her neck pinned under his arm, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Stop dawdling, get dressed!"
Gently nudged by Xu Chu, Wang Zhuo snapped back to reality, only then realizing he still had a firm grip on He Ye's slender waist. Coupled with their intimate proximity, they were essentially locked in a three-point hold; she couldn't even sit up!
With an awkward laugh, he quickly released He Ye, not forgetting to slap her perky bottom as he let go, causing the elastic fat to ripple like waves. This girl was born a blessing for men. The high, rounded peach of her rear coupled with that faintly cool, puckered opening—the ecstasy was beyond words.
Hurriedly dressing, both He Ye and Xu Chu were slightly flustered. This was something they had never experienced, and they couldn't figure out what to do immediately.
As Wang Zhuo dressed, he observed them. Such a situation was the perfect test of their adaptability. Unfortunately, these two girls, fresh out of the ivory tower, lacked neither intelligence nor the necessary real-world experience, offering him no surprises.
Wang Zhuo wasn't disappointed,