"...I...I will give it to you...can we move to another place in the future...Little Shu is yours...Tonight, it's Little Shu's fault...making...making you uncomfortable..." Tang Shu said, shyly and a bit guilt-stricken.
"...Silly girl, stop talking. You're my dear. Brother Wen is okay." Zhang Ziwen kissed her affectionately. Being considerate of the obedient Tang Shu, he didn't feel comfortable bothering her again right now. His desire seemed to have subsided a bit. He managed to control his hands, but his lower body continued to press impatiently against her abdomen.
Zhang Ziwen said it was okay, and Tang Shu truly thought nothing was wrong. She nuzzled her face against his cheek, rubbing it gently. Her body squirmed playfully in his embrace, tormented him. He stared at the dark ceiling, bemoaning his predicament silently...
"Brother Wen..." Tang Shu's voice was so sweet it could kill.
