Walter Schmidt wrapped his arm around her shoulder, entering the room with animated expressions.
As soon as the door closed, Emma Benson continued, "... Let's talk about your performance, or you could share some thoughts about the strip dance since I've never seen one and I'm curious!"
"Emma, don't go too far..." Walter frowned, gripping her shoulder tightly, "I've told you many times, don't mention the strip dance, I didn't even get a clear look at those women..."
"Oh? You want to get a good look at what they look like?" Emma was actually holding back a laugh in her heart, but her words were full of provocation.
"You..." Walter frowned, stared at her for a while; seeing her expressionless face, he didn't want to explain further, directly pinning her against the door, using action to soften her.
He kissed her lips, his actions nearly frenzied, not allowing her any room to resist or refuse.
