Du Zhumei's hands wandered over her own body, her complexion flush with color, clearly struggling to suppress her desires.
Zhang Xiaofan stepped forward and immediately stopped her movements.
Then he said, "I know you are in discomfort, but you must control yourself."
Suddenly, Du Zhumei grabbed Zhang Xiaofan's hand.
She looked at Zhang Xiaofan with a somewhat thirsty gaze.
"I... can't control it... I feel good... No... I am in agony."
Du Zhumei said somewhat frantically.
That feeling was pleasurable, but at the same time, it was also one of longing.
When that longing isn't satisfied as it should be, that's when the discomfort sets in.
The nerve controlling that part was recovering, allowing the thirty-year-old Du Zhumei to "see the light of day" again.
That longing feeling appeared at once, as if a slumbering volcano had erupted.
Zhang Xiaofan immediately stopped Du Zhumei, who was frantically trying to "attack" him.
Twenty minutes later.
