Chapter 438: Chapter 438

Wang HaiMei 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 mean that her original choice was wrong, which would plunge her into deep self-denial.

She would become the laughingstock of the prestigious Wang family!

In the future, both her family and outsiders might well use this as gossip.

This was something Wang HaiMei 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 HaiMei 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 HaiMei's figure was exaggeratedly fine.

Su Fan estimated that he might need both hands to grasp one of Wang HaiMei'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 HaiMei's exhalation, sweet as orchids, infiltrated his nostrils.

This woman, who seemed 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 HaiMei, fiercely kissing her delicate red lips.

What followed was a savage prying of Wang HaiMei's red lips, followed by his greedy demand.

Wang HaiMei'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 HaiMei, he didn't need to be as delicate.

If he were too gentle, Wang HaiMei 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 moment, 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 come up with.

After all, the event of Wang Xiaoxiao instructing Shen He to knead dough and make dumplings for him was something he could remember fondly for several years.

Although Xiao Xiao wasn't here now, Su Fan didn't realize that in this world, the women who knew how to play weren't just Wang Xiaoxiao alone.

With so many romantic histories before her marriage, Wang HaiMei certainly knew how to play as well.

Su Fan thought he was now being quite impolite.

But how could he know that in Wang HaiMei's eyes, he was still being too polite?

Thus, while he was still fiercely and greedily pressing his attack, Wang HaiMei began launching her own offense.

Wang HaiMei's offense wasn't against Su Fan, but rather an extremely 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 HaiMei was different; she was passionately responding to Su Fan's ardor.

Even just a kiss from her made Su Fan feel tremendous pleasure.

Su Fan had never experienced such impressive kissing skills; even going so far as to say that aside from Wang HaiMei, others seemed 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.