"Dr. Chen!"
After a while, Lin Bingyan called out to me.
"What's up?"
"How long do you plan to stay in there?" Lin Bingyan hummed.
"Oh!"
I suddenly felt a bit embarrassed and pulled my hand out, covered with clear nectar. I took a sniff; there was a faint fragrance and a strong scent of female pheromones.
It smelled so good, I sucked it off.
Just as Lin Bingyan was about to get up, she saw what I did, paused, and then shyly glared at me, "Dr. Chen, don't you find it dirty or disgusting?"
"Dirty? It doesn't have any bad taste." I wore a face of utter contentment.
She didn't speak anymore, crossed her legs uncomfortably—she must have felt the overflowing moisture wetting her underwear, making it sticky and uncomfortable.
She walked to a desk nearby, pulled out some tissues, and was about to take off her pants when she suddenly remembered something, yanked the curtain to block me from viewing.
But the more she concealed, the more I wanted to see.
