"What are you thinking about?" Yang Fan didn't stop what he was busying himself with by his mouth, but found a moment to ask.
"Thinking..." Wei Juan said in a low and embarrassed mumble, "I want to pee..."
Yang Fan couldn't help but brighten up; although Wei Juan was already a young wife, her body seemed even more sensitive than a young girl's.
He didn't know whether his judgment, learned from those famous masters, was precise.
But wanting to pee seemed to suggest an imminent gush.
"Don't hold it," Yang Fan said, lifting his head.
"No, that won't do... Please stop touching me, it's... it's making me uncomfortable," Wei Juan said urgently.
Having reached this point, how could Yang Fan easily stop?
Even if he couldn't take that final step, he must familiarize himself with everything that ought to be familiar.
Under the dual assault of Yang Fan's tongue and fingers, Wei Juan's moans gradually became more rapid and sharper.
"Ahh, ahhh... Ahhh—"
Her voice suddenly soared, and then Yang Fan felt his fingers get drenched.
With a splashing sound, the wave splashed right onto the handle of the car.
Wei Juan's neck instantly reddened, and her face turned so red it seemed like it could drip blood.
She pressed her head against the back of Yang's neck like a quail and suddenly bit down hard, scolding discontentedly, "I told you to stop, but you only did it faster, I'll bite you to death, you bad egg."
Yang Fan's mouth curled into a wicked smile as he lifted his head to capture Wei Juan's moist lips with his own.
He had wanted to let Wei Juan see the results of his recent endeavors, but he really couldn't bear to remove his hand.
After the watering, this land that had been artificially sealed off was moist in an indecent way.
Wei Juan, with her eyes glazed over, clumsily responded to Yang Fan's domineering kisses, her tongue tentatively probing at times.
Actually, the two of them could be said to be truly amateur peckers at this.
Neither had ever kissed before; they were completely driven by instinct, clumsy enough to occasionally clink their teeth together.
Suddenly a tricycle's sound approached from afar.
Wei Juan instantly sobered up, and with a strong push, she pried herself away from Yang Fan. She sat up straight in a rush, slipping Yang's coat on in a matter of moments.
Zipping up, she tucked her exceptionally smooth and full breasts deeply away.
Perhaps a bit scared, she completed these actions with incredible speed.
However, Yang Fan's fingers were still lingering in that place.
Wei Juan sneaked a glance behind her and nervously pushed Yang's hand, "Stop fooling around and hurry up, what if someone sees us?"
"But, I've already been hooked by you to the point of no return," Yang Fan laughed.
Wei Juan's expression suddenly turned serious and she said, "It was impulsive of me today, get it out of your mind after we leave."
"That won't do; I have to remember it well. I should be able to remember this feeling for a lifetime," Yang Fan replied decisively.
"Fine, remember it if you must; I can't control your memory anyway. Just remember, there won't be a next time," Wei Juan said.
Yang Fan was taken aback for a moment. Was this woman changing her face so quickly?
"You don't have to be so heartless. Give me a chance, won't you? Just a taste of sweetness and it's over?"
Glancing at him seriously, Wei Juan said sternly, "Shen Lin that old thing is clearly setting a trap for us both this time. If we keep this relationship and he catches us, won't it play right into his hands? Then he'll use it to control you. Knowing the way that old thing operates, he'll definitely make your family's life miserable. It'll be chaos."
"And I'll be branded as someone who has lost her honor, destined to be swept out the door. All our hopes for what we wish to accomplish will be dashed."
"If you really... really can't let go of my body, just hold on for now," she said.
"If we can resolve this matter smoothly, I'll go have the surgery, and then... I'll give myself to you."