"You bastard! You did that on purpose!"
Jiang Yani kept struggling, her eyes already brimming with tears.
She was very emotional, as if my words had wounded her deeply.
"If you don't like me, why do you provoke me? Look at you down there, so swollen, you do like me, but you won't admit it!"
She sobbed, her beautiful eyes wide open, as tears streamed down unabated.
Below her, she lifted her buttocks, harshly using her delicate Peach Garden to press against me, through the fabric of my pants, stimulating my colossal heat.
At that moment, I too calmed down a bit and looked at her bright and beautiful face, now pitiful with tears, and I was momentarily stunned.
"Are you... jealous?"
I said in astonishment.
She had just asked me not to bother Teacher Ji, constantly suppressing and belittling me; could it be she was jealous? Does she... like me?
Impossible!
The thought seemed absurd to me, yet, it was also thrilling.
