Gu Ran had He Qingyan place her hands against the wall; she naturally lowered her hips and raised her rear.
"Like this?" she breathed heavily.
"This is the ninth one," Gu Ran momentarily choked, swallowing hard to continue breathing.
"You lie on the table," Gu Ran instructed again.
Su Qing and Chen Ke were watching the phone screen, on which He Qingyan, her face flushed from changing positions and her Hanfu costume slipping off her shoulders, was walking towards them.
She laid on the low table and asked Gu Ran, "Should I spread my legs, do you hold them up for me, or should I hold them myself?"
"You, you hold them yourself, no, no need, just spreading them is fine."
Holding her legs herself, her skirt would slip off.
And Gu Ran simply couldn't bring himself to hold He Qingyan's legs in front of Su Qing, even though there was no direct contact between their bodies.
The tables in Japan were neither too high nor too low, and Gu Ran couldn't seem to adjust to the right position.
