Li Qing's palm had just touched a bit of damp, sticky smoothness when Zi Ling very violently grabbed his hand.
The strength in this woman's hand was simply no match for Li Qing; he couldn't break free at all.
Having no other choice, Li Qing had to continue to be verbally persuasive.
Even though Zi Ling held his hand, she didn't break away from his embrace, and their lips remained closely pressed together.
This was a good sign.
But in reality, Zi Ling had already sobered up from that floating, burning sensation throughout her body.
Her pants had just gotten wet again, and coupled with Li Qing touching her all over, she felt embarrassed and didn't know what to do.
So she maintained the status quo for now, her thoughts racing like lightning as she tried to figure out how to escape this embarrassing predicament.
In the midst of their passionate kiss, Li Qing's left hand started to wander restlessly once more.
