Yue Tingfeng laughed. "You being easy or not has nothing to do with me, as long as I'm easy."
Yan Qingsi was speechless.
Yue Tingfeng's chest was warm and strong — Yan Qingsi was feeling breathless from the male hormones coming off him. "I'll tell you what we were doing, do you really not want to hear it?"
Yue Tingfeng pulled the zip on Yan Qingsi's top and her black bra strap could be seen. He hooked it with his finger and tugged on it — the strap fell off her shoulder.
He lowered his head and kissed her pale and round shoulder, opened his mouth, and nibbled on it.
"No, whatever you want to say now, after I'm done with you, I can go back and force it out of my mother easily, I don't have to waste time on you."
"I think it's better for me to satisfy you now, and you don't have to feel empty enough to watch those videos again."
"..." Yan Qingsi was speechless.
"Stop… stop… it's not okay to do this, really!"
