When Xiaoran answered the phone from her fiancé, Lin Zhenghui intensified his teasing, not letting her sit up.
She actually wanted to sit up, but Lin Zhenghui, with both hands on her waist, pressed down hard, making her sit deeply.
"Honey, what's up?" Xiaoran bit her red lips tightly, afraid to make any strange noises, her body trembling.
"Where are you now? Remember to tell your bridesmaids that when we come to pick you up tomorrow, don't give my buddies too hard a time," the voice on the phone said.
"Mhm, mhm, got it, ah..."
As she acknowledged, Lin Zhenghui thrust forcefully, causing her both pain and a tingling numbness, and she couldn't help but let out a moan.
"What happened?"
"No, nothing, a bridesmaid's just playing around. If there's nothing else, I'm going to hang up now, we're in the middle of choosing dresses."
