Li Qiang's voice was somewhat hoarse, "Oh? Seems like you can't hold back anymore, looks like your little puppy dog just can't satisfy you, huh."
Wang Tingting glared at Li Qiang with feigned annoyance, "Who can compare to you?" As she spoke, her fingertips grazed the tent that had pitched, sending waves of tingling through him.
Li Qiang's breathing quickened, and he instinctively grasped Wang Tingting's mischievous hand. Her fair fingers were exceptionally soft in his palm, occasionally scratching at the center.
"You're playing with fire like this," Li Qiang's eyes started to turn bloodshot, his desire burning inside him, wishing he could just combust completely.
Wang Tingting chuckled, one hand hooking around Li Qiang's neck, while her other hand slipped out from his grip; she traced circles over his chest, "Can't help it, you just make me feel too good, always taking me to the peak."
