"Yes!"
Zheng Peipei's legs wouldn't stop writhing, she had long since become unbearable.
"Hurry up, someone might come into the restroom later, what would we do if someone saw us?"
The man's face was full of indifference, "Don't worry, everyone in the restroom is up to the same thing. I saw how 'eager' you were. If it weren't for everyone still singing in the private room, I would have torn off your clothes and pressed you against the couch!"
Zheng Peipei's breath grew heavier, continuously rubbing her body against the man's.
"Then what are you lingering for? I can't take it anymore!"
At that moment, Zheng Peipei was like a female dog in heat.
The man, unfazed, moved as Zheng Peipei's hands reached for his belt, but he grasped her hand, smirked and said, "So tell me, who's better, me or your darling Zhou Qing?"
"You, definitely you!"
