Facing Yang Fan's earnest proposal, Wu Xue Mei's face was filled with conflict, as the tension that had just subsided once again enveloped her cheeks, tender and pink like peach blossoms in March.
"Fanzi, let's just do it normally," Wu Xue Mei said shyly and nervously.
Merely looking at the intertwined silhouettes on Yang Fan's phone made her so panicked that she almost lost her mind, let alone doing it with Yang Fan. Just thinking about it made her feel extremely uncomfortable, causing even her hairs to stand on end.
"Just try it a little, Sister Wu, it will definitely feel very comfortable," Yang Fan persuaded.
While this woman didn't evoke an intense desire to conquer like Wu Xuelan did,
she did present a kind of pleasure in training her.
Seeing that Yang Fan was insistent, Wu Xue Mei bit her lip and nodded weakly, "Then, alright then."
"We'll just follow what they do on the phone, how they do it, we'll do it that way, okay?" Yang Fan said with a smile.
