[Warning: This chapter contains some content that will make the readers have a nosebleed (I already did btw). So please, before reading, grab a holy book, alcohol to clean your eyes, and a box of tissue.]
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Just touching him, Ran Xueyi's breathing picked up. She couldn't help but lick her lips wet as her throat turned dry.
"Are you nervous?" Song Yu Han laughed, tipping her chin up slightly so she could look at him again. When their eyes met, he saw how red her face had become.
His big rod started to twitch in her hand. Just a look on her flushed face was enough to make him lose his breath and react to it. What more if he pressed her into bed and was already inside her? What would become of him?
