Li Lei just wanted Zhang Yang to finish quickly, to end this unbearable transaction.
But Zhang Yang was clearly enjoying the process, and Li Lei felt as though she was suddenly enveloped in a bizarre sensation the moment Zhang Yang touched her below.
The feeling was too intense; she wanted to endure it, but she couldn't control herself at all.
She made embarrassingly loud sounds from her throat. Li Lei had never thought she would cry out like that, she truly felt ashamed.
The more she tried to suppress it, the stronger that feeling seemed to become.
Zhang Yang's voice still lingered in her ear, "Does it really feel uncomfortable? But why were you calling out?"
"Calling out is one thing, but why did you get so wet?"
Zhang Yang leaned on Li Lei's fragrant shoulder, glancing with teasing eyes at her blushing, beautiful cheek.
"No, I didn't get wet, and I didn't call out." Li Lei firmly denied.
