In the dimly-lit classroom, there were only the rustling sounds of clothes being removed and the suppressed gasps for air.
Zhou Jing bent over, pulling her hot shorts down to her knees, her fair, dazzling youthful body trembling nonstop, filled with tension, shame, and perhaps even a sense of humiliation.
She looked down on me in her heart, but now, she was being forced to exchange bodies with me!
I glared, blood surging through my veins.
Zhou Jing was just nineteen, very beautiful, very sexy. The last time I gave her a massage, I had felt the youth and tenderness of her body.
"Qingya!"
But then, I clenched my fists again, resisting the urge, looking towards Ning Qingya at my side.
This was just too absurd!
I had thought it was ridiculous when I had Zhou Jing do that for me earlier. Now it was even more preposterous, and I found it somewhat hard to accept. The relationship between the three of us was just too strange!
