Young people have vigorous energy and strong desires.
Xu Xixi and Fang Jian, both in their twenties, made love almost every day.
During this period, his parents came over, and they didn't have time for tenderness.
After dinner today, once Wang Dahai left, Fang Jian suggested they make love, but Xu Xixi rejected him.
After all, this was Lin Wanqiu's home, and it definitely wasn't convenient.
The two had been holding back for so many days; they could only comfort each other in this way every night.
"Xixi, why don't we go get a room?"
As soon as the video call connected, Fang Jian said.
Even through the screen, Wang Dahai could hear the thirst in Fang Jian's voice.
Xu Xixi glanced at Wang Dahai with the corner of her eye, suppressed the unease in her heart, and said, "Don't, I have to go to work tomorrow."
"Alright," Fang Jian merely mentioned it, knowing well it wasn't realistic.
"Xixi, let me see down there."
"It's late, I want to sleep."
