However, this time Dazhuang didn't just stop there, he softly said, "Sister Ying, don't restrain your desires. If you want to moan, moan. It will feel more comfortable."
Hearing this, Man Hongying blushed, seemingly too embarrassed to look at Dazhuang.
Women, no matter their age, will always be shy.
"Dazhuang, I... I can't let go, let's just forget about it," she said with a troubled look, her voice trembling.
It was as if she was no longer the distinguished and beautiful businesswoman towering above others, not the powerful woman who commanded the business world, but merely a shy, embarrassed little woman.
Seeing this, one could basically conclude that she was a rather innocent woman, especially in matters between men and women.
"Sister Ying, are you usually very reserved?" Dazhuang suddenly asked.
"I... I am a bit. I'm too busy usually, and as soon as I get home, I fall asleep. I just don't think about it much," Sister Ying muttered.
