Sang Qian looked at the sudden appearance of laughter in the man's eyes, and felt a sense of panic for no reason, "What do you mean?"
"Hand, chest..." Ji Chengzhou said while pinching Sang Qian's soft, boneless hand and then touching her exceptionally elastic chest. Afterwards, his fingers with distinct knuckles pressed on her lips, "These parts are all options."
Sang Qian instantly understood his meaning. Her eyes widened suddenly, and she became completely flustered, "I... I'm sleepy, I'm going back to sleep."
"You can't just give up halfway, choose one."
Sang Qian now knew what it meant to shoot herself in the foot, "I don't know how, please let me go back to sleep."
"I can teach you."
Thinking of those embarrassing scenarios, Sang Qian shook her head like a rattle drum, "I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again next time."
"Too late, you started this fire, now you have to put it out."
That night, Ji Chengzhou introduced Sang Qian to a new world of marital intimacy.
