Zhang Hao looked down, his gaze falling upon his own hand, which had already ventured between Liang Xi's thighs.
He began with a gentle touch to the moist area, then accurately found that entrance.
Liang Xi had said she hadn't touched a man in two years, so there should have been a tightness akin to a young girl's.
But when Zhang Hao slid his finger inside, he discovered that was not the case.
However, he did not show it, knowing Liang Xi could get ideas just from glancing at him.
It was entirely possible she might have encountered other men in those two years.
Liang Xi tilted her chin up slightly, her eyes closed, savoring the invasion by Zhang Hao.
As a woman, she actually quite enjoyed such infringements by a man, but there was a major prerequisite—it had to be someone she liked.
Zhang Hao moistened his fingers well and inserted one, then two; the digits churned and scraped within her fleshly cave.
Soft moans from Liang Xi filled the air incessantly.
