Song Xiaodong raised a hand and gently touched Miao Qingqing's face. Miao Qingqing wanted to dodge, but the rough palm of Song Xiaodong caressed her face, making her body somewhat weak. With nowhere to hide her head, she could only blush and look at Song Xiaodong.
"Give you some time? And then we can just do it?" Song Xiaodong's hand moved down her cheek, and then his index finger reached Miao Qingqing's lips, gently rubbing them twice.
"What... what are you doing?" Miao Qingqing asked instinctively, but before she could finish her question, Song Xiaodong's finger had already made its way into her mouth, making her last two words muffled and unclear.
