What else could it be?
Han Yue'er, naked, felt her tiny mouth was about to be stretched to its limit by his fingers.
If this continued, she really would be broken by Lin Zhenghui, the little farmer.
But Lin Zhenghui had no intention of easing up, watching as Han Yue'er grew more excited, her drool nearly escaping.
His movements became faster and faster, driving her to the brink.
"Gah, gah... I'm not playing with you anymore, you're too bad," Han Yue'er gasped, her face flushed as she watched Lin Zhenghui with a naughty smile.
"Not satisfied?" Lin Zhenghui asked with slightly sore and soft fingers.
"I'm not talking to you, I'm about to be played to death by you, stretched out," Han Yue'er caught her breath, glaring fiercely at Lin Zhenghui, the bad egg.
"Then let me feed you a couple," Lin Zhenghui said, looking at her dewy appearance with a full sense of achievement.
He continued to tease the superb beauty CEO.
