The luscious lips quivered, and though Bai Xuelian didn't make a sound, Zhang Xiaomeng heard it clearly as a signal of desire.
Without any courtesy, Zhang Xiaomeng knelt on the couch. The prelude had gone very well, and the main event was about to start.
But just at this crucial moment, the ringing of the school bell suddenly rang out.
Her face colored at the sound of the bell, and the confusion in Bai Xuelian's eyes diminished greatly.
She steadied Zhang Xiaomeng with one hand and said in an urgent tone,
"Stop it, don't do it here."
"How can I not? Once the arrow is on the bowstring, it must be shot,"
Zhang Xiaomeng replied, refusing as he waggled his pole.
"Please, really,"
Bai Xuelian's voice cracked with tears, as she pleaded.
Zhang Xiaomeng hadn't expected Bai Xuelian to have such a surge of emotion and was momentarily stunned.
"You don't want to do it anymore?"
He asked, somewhat disappointed, also not quite wanting to force the issue at this moment.
