Li Lingling, who was still lost in her desires, was startled when the delightful sensation was interrupted, and she quickly withdrew her hand from between her legs.
Li Lingling had just begun to sink into that wonderful feeling of slowly rising passion, but before she could fully indulge, Zhao Xiaoming by her side interrupted. Although she was reluctant to stop, Li Lingling, who felt a twinge of guilt toward her husband, still obediently complied.
Yet truly, deep in her heart, Li Lingling was distressed and yearned to continue those sensations from moments ago.
"What's wrong with you? It's so late at night, what are you fidgeting for? You still have class tomorrow. Come on, go to sleep."
Li Lingling didn't even dare to guess whether her husband knew what she had been unable to resist doing, but now that Zhao Xiaoming had spoken, all she could do was quietly agree and lie down on the bed.
