The temptation behind gentleness

"Moan!"

Su Fan's actions involuntarily drew a low moan from Zhou Jie's throat.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to do that. Are you okay?"

Su Fan quickly apologized, preparing to withdraw his hand.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Jie reached out and held his hand, yet she remained silent.

Su Fan was taken aback: "What does this woman mean?"

"Is this a trap set by Zhang Haitao?"

This thought was quickly dismissed by Su Fan.

"I had already carefully observed earlier, there are no cameras around, nor is anyone watching this area."

Although he didn't know what Zhou Jie meant, Su Fan was certain that this was definitely not a trap set by Zhang Haitao.

Since Zhou Jie didn't let him pull away his hand, he simply decided to play and knead a bit more.

Initially, Zhou Jie was staring at Su Fan, but as his hands began moving, she unexpectedly closed her eyes.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her small red lips were slightly open, continuously exhaling a breath that touched Su Fan's chin.

Since arriving in the city, Su Fan had encountered many women of all stripes.

But he had never met a young married woman like Zhou Jie.

Su Fan didn't know that Zhou Jie's life was like being in prison.

In such circumstances, it was already good that Zhou Jie hadn't gone mad.

Seeing Zhou Jie's content expression, Su Fan's courage gradually grew.

Zhou Jie, with her eyes closed, soon felt a hot breath and a kiss on her red lips.

She instinctively closed her teeth, but the man before her pried them open with undeniable savagery.

Her tender tongue had no place to hide, and was thoroughly teased.

In her heart, Zhou Jie felt somewhat afraid, yet she did not want Su Fan to stop.

Her fear was because the intruding "evil dragon" seemed to devour her tender tongue completely.

She didn't want Su Fan to stop because, compared to the useless Zhang Haitao, the extremely robust Su Fan before her was obviously a real man.

Seeing that Zhou Jie did not reject or cry out, Su Fan's courage grew immensely.

He had been sizing her up from a distance not long ago, wanting to forcefully ravage this charming young married woman.

Now, unexpectedly given such an opportunity, he was not willing to miss it.

"Mmm..."

When Zhou Jie felt Su Fan's hand invading her skirt and black silk stockings, she couldn't help but let out a moan, tensing up again.

Although she desperately craved to be filled at that moment, she was also afraid that Zhang Haitao or someone else might suddenly appear.

In the end, fear overpowered desire.

All she could do was turn her pretty face away to avoid Su Fan's further advances, whispering softly:

"Not here. Let's exchange numbers and find a chance to really have some fun another time."

Her voice was very low, very gentle.

But it still made a flame boil in Su Fan's heart, almost causing his furious dragon to roar thunderously, ready to fight a hundred battles.

Su Fan also knew that he had no chance to take Zhou Jie that day.

He could only take out his cellphone and save Zhou Jie's number.

Although he was saving Zhou Jie's number, his hand was restlessly sneaking beneath her clothes.

The sensation from his hand earlier, though thrilling, was merely scratching the itch through the shoe.

This time was different; skillfully overcoming the barriers, he grasped a soft little melon.

It was a feeling of softness, fullness, and astonishing elasticity.

Unlike Wu Miao and others, Zhou Jie was in the golden age for a woman, and everything about her was at its most delightful moment.