The eruption had lasted for quite a while, wave after wave, and the quantity was substantial.
The velvet carpet below, as well as the floor in front of the bed and the television, were all drenched.
"Ah! Ah!"
After it ended, Ling Xiangyu's lower half was still trembling and she kept moaning. Gradually, she collapsed, her entire skin flushing with an unusual pink hue.
"Xiao Chen, did I pee? How could this happen?"
After a while, she sat up and saw the mess in front of her, her face full of shame.
I was stunned for a moment—I couldn't believe that Sister Xiangyu, at her age, didn't even know this basic knowledge. This was certainly not peeing. I immediately explained it to her.
After listening, Ling Xiangyu's face turned red with embarrassment again.
"You're just a kid, how do you know so much!" She glared at me and then lay back down, savoring the afterglow, "For sure you're the same as Yihang, not studying properly, always watching those little films."
