Yan Peipei was a girl who refused to admit defeat, and the fact that Chen Mo hadn't even entered yet but had made her so aroused it was like a dam breaking, was something she had trouble accepting. Stubbornly, she lifted her head to meet Chen Mo's gaze, her face flushed with a ravishing beauty, unwilling to show weakness.
Chen Mo's fingers pressed against those two spots, attacking simultaneously.
Under such stimulation, it was hard for anyone to hold back, and even Yan Peipei's exceptional body couldn't take it. Her eyes misted over, looking as though she might cry. She appeared pitiful, but Chen Mo knew that she didn't want to cry.
It was because her body had entered a sensitive state, where the slightest tease would arouse her feelings.
