"But...but you can't do this either!"
Ning Yushan's face was flushed red, struggling not to look.
Yet the harder she tried, the more her gaze involuntarily fell on Ye Ling.
"How about I take this thing off and press it against you to see if you can control it?"
Ye Ling rolled his eyes and added, "It's a natural bodily reaction, just like that soft moan you just did, it's simply..."
"Still, you can't do this!" Ning Yushan protested with a coquettish hum.
Ye Ling spread his hands helplessly, "So what should I do? Stand here like a scarecrow? Sister, can we talk with our conscience? Why don't you try it yourself then?"
Ning Yushan stopped talking, but the corner of her eye still caught sight of that towering figure.
"This..."
Ning Yushan felt a bit embarrassed.
As a 21st-century girl, it was impossible not to have seen those romantic films.
But Ning Yushan had never seen one so...so that.
She slightly closed her eyes, her lips parted, exhaling a fragrance.
