After a bout of passion, Su Mengxin snuggled up next to Li Yifei, her face still flushed with the afterglow of her orgasm, like a little cat that had its fill.
In her hand, Su Mengxin held a tissue, wiping Li Yifei's mouth, while he said, "Stop wiping, I'll get up and wash my face in a bit."
"Still need to wipe it, otherwise it bothers me to look at it, your mouth is all covered in stuff from down there."
Li Yifei couldn't help but laugh, "I don't feel anything wrong with it, how come it bothers you?"
"That's different, that's my stuff, and it came from down there. Of course, I feel uncomfortable. It's like I ate yours then kiss you and spit it back into your mouth, could you accept that?"
Li Yifei chuckled awkwardly. Su Mengxin's description was quite apt; he'd had no desire to eat his own stuff. It's weird how one doesn't want to eat certain things, but still hopes the other person will swallow it down, he said, "Just now I told you to let go, and you still didn't."
