"Just a little longer, hang in there."
Zhang Xiaomeng said so.
Liu Rushuang was about to give in, but the flame inside her began to rise gradually.
Looking at Zhang Xiaomeng again, his expression was serious, without any hint of defilement; he remained focused.
Liu Rushuang thought to herself, could it be that I'm just naturally promiscuous?
A minute later, Zhang Xiaomeng reluctantly left Liu Rushuang's beautiful legs.
It's not that he didn't want to continue, but because Liu Rushuang was a rather prideful woman.
She seemed to have fallen into a trap of emotions, but in reality, her rationality was frighteningly strong; such a person needed to be conquered little by little.
Too fast, and it would backfire.
Zhang Xiaomeng continued his exploration upward, soon reaching the underarm area; a touch of snow-white caught his eye, and he pressed down directly.
Liu Rushuang let out a startled cry.
"Xiaomeng, do you, do you really need to massage here too?"
