Ling Han's body trembled as the juices in her innermost part flooded her body. As Pei Jing's tongue went even deeper, she raised her head and let out a sharp cry. Following that, her entrance twitched violently for a moment, and a rush of warm fluid surged out.
It was difficult to tell if it was urine or other juices that sprayed onto Pei Jing's face. Some of them were caught by his mouth, while others dripped onto the floor and splattered on his cheeks and chin.
A white light flashed in her mind. Ling Han panted slightly and lowered her head. This scene was what she saw.
Her eyes were slightly red. Seeing this, she was a little embarrassed and intuitively explained, "You... you're too intense. I couldn't control it."
Pei Jing's hand gently rubbed her entrance that was still twitching. "You don't need to control it, Miss. It's fine as long as you're comfortable."
Ling Han couldn't control the twitching of her entrance at all. She belatedly started to feel a little shy. She leaned back and was ready to get up.
"Miss..."
Pei Jing half-knelt on the ground and raised his head. His voice sounded a little aggrieved. Ling Han's heart softened. She glanced at his pants, which had a big tent, and thought of something.
"Sit down."
Pei Jing sat down obediently, and the two of them switched positions. Ling Han knelt between Pei Jing's legs and reached out to unfasten his belt. The huge meat stick jumped out and hit her hand with a smack.
Ling Han wrapped her hand around it and gently stroked it. She was very satisfied to hear his breathing become heavier.
She sped up her stroking speed, and from time to time, she lowered her head and gently licked it. How could Pei Jing bear all this? After a while, he raised his head and panted as he climaxed.
The next morning, while the two of them were still sleeping and hugging each other in bed, someone rang the old mansion's doorbell. The doorbell rang again and again, making it impossible for them to sleep peacefully.
Pei Jing got up to open the door. Unexpectedly, the moment the door opened, he saw Li Nan.
His face instantly darkened and his body blocked the door. "You're not welcome here."
"Oh? I'm the male host that Sister Ling raised. It's up to her whether I'm welcome here or not."
After saying that, Li Nan was about to go around Pei Jing and force his way through the door, but Pei Jing grabbed his shoulder.
"Don't force me to hit you," Pei Jing frowned, looking like a little leopard guarding its territory.
Li Nan was not angry. He leaned closer to Pei Jing and said in a low voice, "I advise you to calm down. There might be paparazzi around the mansion. Do you want to let yesterday's act be exposed?"
For Ling Han's sake, Pei Jing had no choice but to step aside and watch Li Nan enter the house smugly.
Ling Han had also just come downstairs. She was not surprised to see Li Nan.
"Sister Ling, are you not up yet? Have you eaten? I'll go make you delicious food."
After saying that, Li Nan went straight into the kitchen and skillfully opened the fridge to start preparing food for her.
Pei Jing was annoyed by what he saw. Pei Jing did not want to concede to him, so he followed Li Nan in. "Do you know where the oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar are? Let me do it."
Li Nan did not give in at all. The two men were so childish as they fought over the kitchen. Ling Han found it funny but did not stop them.
"I know better than you what Sister Ling likes to eat."
"Miss likes to eat the food that I cook."
The two men fought verbally while they kept their hands busy. While Li Nan was distracted, Pei Jing quickly took the only chopping board.
Li Nan begrudgingly looked around. He glanced at the faucet beside him and walked over with a smirk. He turned the pot in his hand over and threw it into the sink. Then, he turned the water to the maximum.
"What are you doing? Are you sick?"