Huang Qiuyan wants to say yes, but seeing him like this makes her angrier. Her temporary courage returns and she barks at him, "No, I don't want to know."
Fu Sheng shoves his fingers deeper into her. "Say that again, my sex doll?"
The frequent change in her temper is amusing to him. Sometimes, she is fearful and obedient. Then, she bares her kitten claws at him. He wonders which one she really is.
She hates how he keeps calling her that. "Fu Sheng, I am not your sex doll. I am Huang Qiuyan."
He likes the sound of his name when she says it. He wants her to say it again and again. He doesn't stop exploring her silky walls with his fingers, making her gasps. "Tell me who is Huang Qiuyan? If that is not the name of my sex doll, then what are you?"
