With a soft moan, Yang Zishan's body went limp.
Wu Xiaoshan could not afford to be tender or cherish delicacy at this moment, having not vented on Shen Xiuzhen today, he was really holding in his discomfort and began to ravage Yang Zishan fiercely.
Her cherry lips were sealed by Wu Xiaoshan; she could hardly breathe.
After a good while, Wu Xiaoshan finally released her lips, looking at Yang Zishan with a wicked grin on his face.
"Sister Shan, can't wait anymore?"
Wu Xiaoshan took off his shirt, gazing at the enchanting rosy cheeks of Yang Zishan, and asked with a mischievous smile.
"Xiaoshan, don't mess around, sis is... indisposed today."
Yang Zishan turned her head away in embarrassment.
It was like a bolt from the blue!
Wu Xiaoshan was instantly stunned.
He reached out doubtfully to feel around.
And indeed, he found that Yang Zishan had used a sanitary pad today.
"Why am I so unlucky? Every crucial moment, Sister Shan is on her period."
