Nan Fei snapped back to reality, stuttering, "What... what are you doing?"
"I want you to touch my beard stubble."
"There's no stubble, you already shaved." This guy is really getting addicted.
"Then just touch my chin!" Huo Beijiang seemed to pleasant surprise by Nan Fei's soft, little hand stroking his chin.
Embarrassingly, Nan Fei reached out to touch Huo Beijiang's chin, feeling like a lewd woman taking advantage of him. On second thought, she decided that since she had already earned a reputation as a lewd woman, she might as well touch him a few more times.
And so, she caressed him a few more times.
Huo Beijiang, pleased, squinted his eyes and sat on the edge of the bed. Already tall and straight, sitting down brought an immediate, powerful sense of pressure.
"You want to leave me." His face turned sour in an instant, and his serious expression was somewhat terrifying.
Nan Fei immediately shook her head.
