Chen An's words made Li Lingling bite her lip in shame, without making a sound.
Knowing that Li Lingling could only comply with him, Chen An grew bolder. He placed her hand on his crotch, forcing her to grip his thick lower body.
"There, you help me hold this pipe steady. Make sure not to let go, because if you do, the consequences could be quite hard to deal with."
Chen An's words were for Zhao Xiaoming outside, but more so, it was to torment Li Lingling. What would normally be an innocent statement had become a threat in the current context.
Attracted by the charming scent of Li Lingling's body, Chen An's hand on her breasts became even more unrestrained. Whether squeezing or pinching, he was very careful, afraid that Li Lingling might get overly excited and let out a cry.
