Yang Wei left the secret chambers, stretching lazily as he stepped into the open. His hands were a bit sticky, but he planned to wash them before leaving.
Looking side-to-side, he said, "Now, where's Feng..."
However, before he could fully savor the freedom, Huo Zirou dashed up to him with an urgent, somewhat addicted look on her face.
"Yang Wei, stop this!" she implored; there was a slight desperation in her tone.
He glanced back at her, acting innocent—like he didn't know what she was referring to. "Stop what?" he asked casually.
Huo Zirou's words spilled out in a rush. "You can't just leave me like this," she insisted, her cheeks progressively flushing pink. "I haven't... I haven't had my fill yet." She gently rubbed her thighs together, trying to satisfy herself the little she could, she still felt a strong rash between her legs that needed a good scratching.
