"It's up to you now, use some more stimulating methods," Zhang Xiaomeng said, and then he targeted her cherry lips.
Liu Rushuang was momentarily stunned, her pretty face quickly turning red.
Zhang Xiaomeng looked at her with a grin, while Liu Rushuang felt extremely troubled, as she had never done such a thing for a man before.
"Xiaomeng, maybe, you could just bear with it, let's just leave it at that," she said.
Zhang Xiaomeng sighed, "No, we can't just leave it at that."
"Rushuang, you don't want me to really suffer, do you? You've had your fun, but pity me, oh," Zhang Xiaomeng complained.
The very picture of a suffering soul.
Liu Rushuang also felt troubled, but still, she clenched her teeth and eventually chose to compromise.
She gave Zhang Xiaomeng a white look, then her mouth silently moved downward, and in an instant, Zhang Xiaomeng felt as if he had entered a gentle channel.
