Watching Zhu Shanshan, who directed and acted out her own scene with extra zest, Yang Fan's entire being felt overwhelmed.
"You're so good at playing, why didn't we do this when we were both sober? Why did you have to drug me?"
Isn't this just purely for your enjoyment and my suffering?
Yang Fan was genuinely feeling down about this.
If he hadn't woken up halfway through, he would have had no idea what Zhu Shanshan had done to him, and he might have even suspected something was wrong with his own body.
Zhu Shanshan cradled those pair of soft and full breasts with both hands, teasing with her tongue while they enveloped Yang Fan, her face brimming with seduction, laughing wantonly.
The way she looked at that moment was a far cry from the dignified and graceful lady she usually presented.
