"Aunt Yun, how could I bear to hit your face?" Zhang Yang gently kissed Chen Yun's cheek.
"No, hit me, Aunt Yun is your little slut, and your little slut wants you to hit her." Chen Yun deliberately showed a seductive and wanton expression, begging Zhang Yang pitifully.
Zhang Yang's throat rolled, he always found it so thrilling whenever Chen Yun acted like this.
"Aunt Yun, don't move, I'll help you take out the silver needle," he said.
"Don't take it out, it's so thrilling like this, especially when you pricked my tip with the needle just now, Aunt Yun almost died, it was such a strong pleasure."
Zhang Yang was somewhat dumbfounded, with his technique, although it wouldn't hurt much, there should have been a sensation of pain.
He hadn't expected that Aunt Yun would actually enjoy being pricked by needles in those sensitive big cherries.
"Aunt Yun, do you really like this?"
As he spoke, Zhang Yang pricked with the silver needle again.
