"Ahhh," Tang Jingling's eyes widened in shock as she unconsciously let out a low moan when Wang Ming's hand touched her shoulder.
'What the hell?' Tang Jingling was stunned that she had moaned, even if it was faint. It was just her shoulder, after all! Even the men she had cultivated with couldn't make her react like this, no matter how hard they tried.
"Ahhh..." Another moan escaped her lips as Wang Ming's hands moved to her back, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She bit the sheets to stifle the sounds, ashamed of her uncontrollable reactions—especially since he hadn't even touched any sensitive areas.
" ~ Ahhhh...Ahhhh...hmmm~"
She managed to suppress her moans for a moment, but when Wang Ming's hands began kneading her buttocks like dough, her restraint crumbled. Cries of pleasure spilled from her lips in a continuous stream.
