Li Lingyu suddenly arched her lower abdomen, her little butt lifted high, as she let out a high-pitched squeal.
Immediately afterward, a torrential stream burst forth, soaking through her little panties.
The sound of the rushing water was so distinct.
At the same time, that warm flow also wetted Zhang Yang's hand and the bedsheets.
Good gracious, Zhang Yang hadn't expected Li Lingyu to be this sensitive.
Just from being touched a bit, she had sprayed everywhere.
Li Lingyu was shivering nonstop, her cries uncontrollable.
It wasn't until the stream stopped that Li Lingyu slowly calmed down, yet she still gasped for air incessantly.
But the next second, after coming to her senses, Li Lingyu suddenly sat up, looking at Zhang Yang in a panic and then at the wet bedsheets.
"Senior, I... I didn't mean to do it, what should I do?"
Li Lingyu was so anxious she was about to cry. She was a junior in college; how could she still wet the bed?
