"Mm!" Song Qinghuan writhed uncontrollably, gasping out between gritted teeth, "Shi Yuhuan, you are so shameless—so utterly shameless! That cold demeanor of yours... it's all a front, and I see right through it now."
Shi Yuhuan's actions were rough and dominated by desire, causing her some pain. "Get out, get out!" she demanded.
He held tightly to her waist, puffing comfortable sighs against her ear. "How can I pull out, Huanhuan, when you're squeezing me so tightly there? I can't move."
He had a wicked grin on his face, as if he'd been possessed by a devilish entity.
Song Qinghuan's cheeks flushed a crimson red, and she almost choked in surprise at his words.
"Can you not do this," she said, at a loss for words.
"No!" He continued to breathe in her ear in a flirty manner.
"If you want to talk dirty, go do it with someone else. Just don't do it with me!" Song Qinghuan dodged his gaze.
