She knew her man all too well, having touched him more than just once or twice.
But she had never felt such firmness.
This Xiaolong was truly a marvel, how could he feel as solid as a piece of iron?
After a moment of surprise, Zhang Guilan smiled broadly, "Oh, Master Xiao Long, precisely because the weather is so dry and everyone is parched, your disciple knew you were suffering greatly, that's why I came to help."
"Just now, I checked and found that you've already, ahem, 'changed,' so why hold back any longer?"
"Don't they say, 'A man who doesn't indulge his desires will regret it when he's old?' You're still young; if you don't enjoy yourself a bit now, you'll regret it when you can no longer do so."
As she said this, Zhang Guilan extended a finger and gently caressed Xiaolong's chest back and forth.
