By the end, Wang Jie no longer felt a hint of guilt, the sense of moral rebellion was gone.
It was as if these thoughts were natural, and there was no problem with just thinking about them; after all, he hadn't done anything. It was merely innocent contemplation.
At this moment, the sense of guilt in his mind was slowly fading away.
Lying beside Wang Jie, Wang Erniu stealthily reached out her hand again and gave "Little Wang" a vigorous touch, wanting to check on Wang Jie's condition.
She had thought that by now Wang Jie would have calmed down, that he should have been alright, but just as her hand reached out and encountered that enormous, increasingly scorching member, Wang Erniu was dumbfounded, her entire body froze.
Wang Jie's skin was burning hot, as if he had a fever, and "Little Wang" was even hotter to the touch, like a flaming stick on contact.
