Wei Juan unleashed such a torrent that she even forgot about the matter at hand and ended up striking for Yang Fan.
"Don't stop, I was just getting into it," Yang Fan urged.
With her face flushed and panting heavily as if she had asthma, Wei Juan lay limp on Yang Fan's body. It took her a good while to barely whisper, "That last move drained all my strength, let me catch my breath..."
"You came that fast? No wonder the water was so fierce just now," Yang Fan said with surprise and a laugh.
If Wei Juan had been a man, she would definitely have been despised.
It was too fast, reaching the peak in just a few minutes.
"Don't talk about it, my face is so hot it's about to peel," Wei Juan cried out in embarrassment and annoyance.
Her excessive shyness made her not want to be shy anymore, but Yang Fan kept teasing her on purpose.
