Qin Wenjun pulled out a pink toy from under her skirt.
In front of Li Qing, as if no one else was around, she wiped it clean and placed it into a box.
Then, she took two pieces of paper and reached under her skirt, wiping the interior.
Where she was wiping, Li Qing could guess without even using his brain.
When did this woman become so audacious?
She really isn't treating me like an outsider at all!
"There's no difference between dying a social death once or countless times, might as well get it over with in one go," Qin Wenjun said nonchalantly, looking at Li Qing with a raised eyebrow, "Could you not stare so intently?"
"Could you not act like I'm not a man?" Li Qing retorted, irritated.
For fuck's sake, you're a gorgeous woman, and I'm a normal man.
Am I supposed to not look on intensely when faced with such an exciting situation? Is that reasonable?
