Yan Ye leaned over and placed his hands on Beiting Huang's side. Seeing that she had closed her eyes and her long and curly eyelashes were trembling slightly like butterfly wings, he couldn't help but smile. Yan Ye held back his laughter and held her small hand. He said in her ear, "Huang'er, I don't mind giving my first time to this hand of yours!"
What did he mean?
Beiting Huang's eyes suddenly opened and met Yan Ye's smiling eyes. Seeing that she didn't quite understand, Yan Ye slowly pulled her hand under his body. There was a hint of evilness in his low and light voice. "I heard that it feels a little lacking, but I can make do!"
