Qiao Yushan's breathing grew more and more rapid, and her heart was pounding uncontrollably.
"This jerk, his hand..." Qiao Yushan cursed to herself, but that hand seemed to possess a kind of magic, a special feeling that made her want to reject him in her heart, yet she couldn't spit out a single word.
She didn't dare to look at Su Weifeng, all she could do was hope that he would remove his hand soon, so she wouldn't have to endure this strain.
But it seemed the jerk was totally addicted, not only was he not stopping, but there was an increasingly intense trend.
"Mew..." Suddenly, Qiao Yushan made a small cat-like sound, dropped her phone, and pressed her face against Su Weifeng's shoulder, her arms subconsciously embracing his chest.
Su Weifeng only felt a boom inside his head.
True Qi once again surged through his meridians, and that marvelous state arose once more.
Sometimes, it really has to be said, this state comes at the most inconvenient times.
