Zi Ling's move was something Li Qing truly hadn't expected.
Her soul-stirring eyes seemed to contain countless words of affection, fluttering sporadically.
Feeling the delicate and warm sucking, Li Qing's heart trembled fiercely, goosebumps rising on his skin, followed by a rush of hot blood surging from his belly, shooting straight to his crown.
But he forcefully restrained the boiling restlessness and the impulse to immediately press Zi Ling against the wall and have his way with her.
In some corner of the village, there might well be an old monster watching, and Li Qing would certainly not do something to give others an advantage. He lightly caressed Zi Ling's moist tongue and lips with his thumb a few times before withdrawing his finger.
"You've got me quite worked up all of a sudden," Li Qing said to Zi Ling with an indulgent smile.
