It had been an hour, Yue was a panting mess. Through tear-filled eyes, he peered at the open book by his face. 'Oh you stupid book, why do you have to exist..'
Fan grabbed his waist and pulled him close.
He felt the warm liquid inside his body again.
Yue slightly groaned.
"So what position shall we try next..." Fan picked up the book.
Yue immediately plucked it out of his hand and tossed it out the window.
Fan looked at him surprised.
"I'm not stretchy Armstrong. I don't like position two and I don't like four either. I hate that book."
Fan's excited face fell. "Sorry I didn't even ask you opinion....."
Yue grabbed his face. "I liked seven, do that. I loved ten as well....I just don't like those weird poses. I mean who would stand on their hands and do that... it's weird,"
"Apparently our ancestors did. Horny guys, they are so creative with this..." Fan chuckled.
