Wang Haii didn't care much about most things.
But she took the things she decided on very seriously.
If the marriage with Bai Hua really ended in dismal failure,
it would an that her original choice was wrong, which would plunge her into deep self-denial.
She would beco the laughingstock of the prestigious Wang family!
In the future, both her family and outsiders might well use this as gossip.
This was sothing Wang Haii could never, under any circumstance, accept.
That's why she felt so grateful toward Su Fan.
Without waiting for Su Fan to probe any further, Wang Haii already grasped his hand.
Just like earlier on the second floor, she gave Su Fan what he desired.
Wherever Su Fan's gaze lingered, that was obviously what he wanted.
Su Fan, just like shortly before on the second floor, seized hold of a towering snowy peak.
Wang Haii's figure was exaggeratedly fine.
Su Fan estimated that he might need both hands to grasp one of Wang Haii's snowy peaks.
If he could lean on that soft peak every night, using it as a pillow to sleep on, it would undoubtedly be a wonderful thing.
As Su Fan inwardly marveled, the fragrant breath of Wang Haii's exhalation, sweet as orchids, infiltrated his nostrils.
This woman, who seed so ripe, yet exuded a sense of virtuous purity, had brought her stunning face close to Su Fan.
At this point, Su Fan couldn't hold back.
He was no longer polite with Wang Haii, fiercely kissing her delicate red lips.
What followed was a savage prying of Wang Haii's red lips, followed by his greedy demand.
Wang Haii's soft and tender tongue was endlessly sucked and savored by Su Fan.
Of course, his hands did not stop their motion.
For such an experienced woman as Wang Haii, he didn't need to be as delicate.
If he were too gentle, Wang Haii might mock him for being a fledgling, clueless on how to handle a woman.
His long hands directly gripped two mounds of soft, warm dough, then began to knead them.
At that mont, Su Fan couldn't help but think of Wang Xiaoxiao, with her thousand and one tricks.
If Wang Xiaoxiao were here, who knows what ideas she would co up with.
After all, the event of Wang Xiaoxiao instructing Shen He to knead dough and make dumplings for him was sothing he could rember fondly for several years.
Although Xiao Xiao wasn't here now, Su Fan didn't realize that in this world, the won who knew how to play weren't just Wang Xiaoxiao alone.
With so many romantic histories before her marriage, Wang Haii certainly knew how to play as well.
Su Fan thought he was now being quite impolite.
But how could he know that in Wang Haii's eyes, he was still being too polite?
Thus, while he was still fiercely and greedily pressing his attack, Wang Haii began launching her own offense.
Wang Haii's offense wasn't against Su Fan, but rather an extrely passionate response to him.
Whether it was Bai Man, Wang Fei, Liu Qing, Su Ya, or Wang Xiaoxiao and Shen He,
when faced with Su Fan's fierce onslaught, either they fled, silently endured, or silently enjoyed.
Wang Haii was different; she was passionately responding to Su Fan's ardor.
Even just a kiss from her made Su Fan feel trendous pleasure.
Su Fan had never experienced such impressive kissing skills; even going so far as to say that aside from Wang Haii, others seed not to have any kissing prowess, just instinctive pecks.
A man's kissing skills are like a wild tempest—an intense assault.
A woman's kissing skills are a complete, thorough, passionate response.
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