Three days later, on the top floor of the cruise ship, in Lu Xiao's room on the large bed, Yan Yun sat cross-legged, dressed in light clothing.
A tank top on her upper body and short pants on her lower body, not even wearing socks.
Of course, in Lu Xiao's view, Yan Yun's outfit would look even better with white silk stockings.
"Master, I... I feel so swollen."
"Hold on a little longer, it will feel better soon."
"I can't bear it, it's really uncomfortable, really swollen, I feel like something is stuck inside me, I'm going to explode!"
While saying that, Yan Yun also cried out a few times.
Lu Xiao's mouth twitched, those cries, anyone who didn't know better would think something was happening to you.
"I told you it will be alright soon, stop howling, you yourself chose the shortcut, and there's no comfort in shortcuts," Lu Xiao rolled his eyes at Yan Yun from beside the bed.
Honestly, he seriously doubted that those cries of Yan Yun were intentional.
