Even now, Wei Qi still felt a strong repulsion towards Zhao Chi, but her body was incredibly truthful. Riddled with pleasure from Zhao Chi's tease, she moaned, "Mmm... I'm so itchy, so comfortable... you bastard! Touch my chest quickly, harder... oh..."
Zhao Chi gave a lewd smile and suddenly reached out, caressing Wei Qi's flat and smooth lower belly before gently sliding his hand inside her panties and covering her private area.
By now, Wei Qi's lower part was soft, mushy, and moist; her underwear was soaked without her knowing when. Accompanied by Zhao Chi's touch, Wei Qi couldn't help but moan softly, her body arching with an insatiable craving for Zhao Chi's caresses.
Wei Qi's eyes were blurry with desire as she suddenly embraced Zhao Chi's robust body, gasping repeatedly while twisting her delicate form, "Give it to me… I really want it… Zhao Chi… I can't take it anymore… ah… ha…"
