Hearing this, Fang Qing's nose couldn't help but felt sour.
Thinking about her awkward romantic history and the bittersweet self-reward of using a vibrator made her heart ache.
Her eyes misted over as she glared at Zhang Xiaomeng and said,
"Why do you always talk about that stuff in bed? Are all men like you, only thinking about that one thing?"
"Uh, isn't this just me caring about you, Qing? Although it's not something to discuss with outsiders, it's still one of life's great pleasures."
"Qing, you're so beautiful, yet you can't get satisfaction in this regard. It really makes my heart ache."
Zhang Xiaomeng scratched his head awkwardly as he looked at Fang Qing and said.
"Alright, enough about that. Your useless talk doesn't affect me, a stranger," she said.
"I'm not a stranger, we're friends. Qing, if you really miss men, just come to me. I'm very strong. Every woman I've been with says I'm good."
