Around ten minutes later, Yang Hui flipped her jade-like hand, pulling a sour face as she asked, "Er Niu, why... why are you so slow?"
Li Zhongnan cried out, "Uh, Sister Hui Ning, I'm nearly there... Ah."
"You've been saying 'nearly there' countless times." Yang Huining expressed a wave of helplessness.
Then, after a moment of hesitation, she hardened her heart, gritted her teeth, and crouched down.
After a while.
Li Zhongnan gave an honest smile and said, "Sister Hui Ning, thank you, thank you."
As he said this, he let go of her head, lit up a cigarette and started smoking.
Exhaling clouds of smoke.
Ah, so comfortable!
"You're welcome!"
Yang Huining rubbed her throat, coughing slightly, and touching her face, "Look at you, reveling in your satisfaction. I just took a bath this morning!"
Finally, brushing herself off, she then stood up.
Then jokingly said, "I really don't know how Xiao Ting, frail as she is, manages to get by."
