"Ah, you're killing me! Can't you get it right?" Miao Xuanxuan tossed her phone onto her lap, glaring at Song Xiaodong with frustration in her eyes.
Song Xiaodong genuinely hadn't expected Li Sijie to do something like that under the table. It was simply demonic. In the few encounters they had shared, Song Xiaodong knew that she was quite reserved in bed, yet despite knowing Miao Xuanxuan was present, she still made such a bold move. It was almost the death of him.
"Cough cough... The network here isn't very good. I'm frustrated too, it just lagged a moment ago." Song Xiaodong quickly came up with a feeble explanation, as the pleasure in a certain part of his body almost made him let out some inappropriate sounds.
Miao Xuanxuan frowned at Song Xiaodong and said, "Lagged? I didn't notice. My network speed is good, and our club's Wi-Fi has always been stable, without any lags."
