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Seeing the mature woman Wang Ping, kneeling on the ground and serving him in the manner of eating ice cream—though lacking the tightness of fully taking him in her mouth—the delicate, barely-touching approach also provided a completely new experience.
Before, no woman had ever knelt down and licked him like licking a popsicle, so Chen An, feeling like he had learned a new trick, was incredibly thrilled.
"Haha, good, Sister Ping, I never expected you to have a natural talent in this area."
As he said this, Chen An's hand affectionately stroked her hair.
But this made Wang Ping misunderstand him.
Looking at Wang Ping at that moment, she shuddered with fear.
"Ah, Chen An, you must not do it like just now, didn't you say we would play gently?"
Seeing Wang Ping jump at every sound, Chen An let out a bad laugh, "Who said it would be like before? Sister Ping, you've seen the world, why do you look so scared?"
