Kapitel 32: Chapter 32 Inside the Fire Lane

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We've reached the first floor.

"Over here."

Han Ling's voice floated over.

Following the sound, in the hall, Han Ling sashayed toward him, a bag in her hand.

Tonight, Han Ling was wearing a loose white T-shirt, and below, skin-tight light grey silk pants that hugged her perky butt and beautiful legs, exceptionally enticing.

"Sister Lingling..."

Just as Tang Feng was about to speak, Han Ling grabbed his hand.

Then, pulling him along, she led him into the fire escape.

The quiet fire escape was pitch-black.

In this darkness, Tang Feng was utterly clueless, having no idea what Han Ling was up to by dragging him into this pitch-dark place.

In the darkness, Han Ling's curvaceous body pressed close.

The fullness, brimming with elasticity, pressed tightly against his chest.

Feeling that fullness, Tang Feng's heart immediately rippled.

"Sister Lingling..."

"Don't talk," Han Ling's finger pressed against his lips.

Next, her pale arms wrapped around his neck.