Lu Hechen wanted Weilan to go with him.
But before he could speak, Weilan stopped him, "Don't talk, I'm applying a facial mask for you. If you move, there will be bubbles."
Lu Hechen had to stay still.
Weilan was originally kneeling but got tired, so she just stood up, spread her legs, and sat down on his thighs.
Lu Hechen's whole body stiffened, and he involuntarily inhaled sharply.
Weilan said, "Don't tremble, Brother Hechen. My technique isn't that good yet; if you move, it'll all be ruined."
The emotions that Lu Hechen had barely suppressed were instantly reignited by Weilan. This girl was doing it on purpose, she was making it hard for him to control himself!
Having the woman he liked sitting on his thighs, in that most intimate place, and in such a pose, was too... difficult to keep his emotions under control.
A flame flickered in Lu Hechen's eyes.
He felt helpless about his self-control again. When it came to Weilan, it was never enough.
