"Feel good?"
Zhou Qian suddenly asked.
Dahai's movements paused as he looked up at her.
The lust in her eyes had long faded, leaving only pure cleanliness, a sanctity that made him feel somewhat dirty by comparison.
He knew many women, but Zhou Qian was the only one who could make him feel such cleanliness and purity.
Even though he had just been intimate with her, exploring every part of her body.
But now, looking into her eyes, that cleanliness was still so clear.
Yet now, faced with her sudden inquiry, Dahai didn't quite know how to respond.
Pleasurable, of course, it was pleasurable!
But he felt that to say that would be too frivolous.
Seeing he didn't speak, Zhou Qian asked again, "Did you like how I sounded just now?"
Dahai: "..."
What kind of provocative talk was this?
It was clear that Zhou Qian was venting her emotions.
It looked like it was still because of her boyfriend.
Dahai suddenly felt a bit jealous, a sense of defeat.
