For the first time in his life, Li Zhicheng felt the loss of his manliness.
As he distinguished it in detail, the feeling under his fingers was a layer of soft substance. He remained silent for a moment but was still adamant to not resign himself to defeat. He stretched his hand and pressed lightly onto that area of hers, pressing to the point that her body trembled slightly before he got up and lay back down atop her body.
Under the blurry light, the woman looked at him with wide eyes. There was guilt and heartache within the depths of her gaze, but also a trace of slyness.
"Hey, is it very uncomfortable?" she stretched her hand and lightly pushed onto his chest.
