No wonder they always say the new waves of the Yangtze River push the old waves, and I, one of the old waves, have been ruthlessly slapped onto the beach by a new wave like Chen An.
The wildly indecent actions before me left even me shocked and dumbfounded.
"97, 98, 99, 100..."
After finally reaching 100, Wang Ping shouted the last set of numbers, her face full of excitement.
"Little nemesis, have you had your fun? If you're done, get over here and give Sister a quick one. Next, you'll be attacking the command center, treating Sister's 'down there.'"
"Do you know, it feels like there are a bunch of ants crawling down there, hurry up and put out the fire for me."
As she spoke, Wang Ping, unable to wait any longer, grabbed hold of Chen An's enormousness.
Seeing the mature woman once again eagerly pleading for his affection, Chen An let out another naughty chuckle.
"Sister Ping, what's the rush? Haven't I always taken care of your itch? Why so impatient this time?"
