Chen Mo used his finger to apply the ointment inside Lew Qingyi's backdoor.
At this moment, she felt very strange, "Doesn't this feel weird, don't I need an enema?"
"No need, you're very clean here."
All particular women would be clean, although not as meticulous as Sister Yun, Lew Qingyi was still considered Luocheng's number one businesswoman. Not many could compare to her level, and Chen Mo knew he had to put in effort if he wanted to blend in naturally with this circle.
After applying the ointment, he started to slap her snowy white buttocks.
"What are you doing?"
"This should reduce some of the pain. For the first time, some preparation is necessary."
"You're still continuously improving, very good."
When Lew Qingyi first met Chen Mo, he was not like this. Just a few days had passed, and he had already become so meticulous; she was very satisfied. She hadn't expected Chen Mo to be such a thoughtful person, indeed not someone who would settle down easily with her.
