Soon, Zhao Dong swallowed. In the center of his palm, there was a distinct, unusual feeling…
Driven by a man's curiosity, he squeezed firmly a few times before he even had a chance to open his eyes.
"AH!!!"
Song Zixuan's scream rang out again. Zhao Dong hurriedly opened his eyes, only then realizing what a despicable thing his damned hand had just done.
Song Zixuan was, after all, a woman. Being subjected to this by Zhao Dong repeatedly pushed the frustration she felt to its absolute limit. Her nose began to sting, and tears threatened to fall.
Zhao Dong panicked and quickly moved to help Song Zixuan up.
But then things became even more awkward…
Who would have thought that he would also slip, switching positions with Song Zixuan and pressing her down beneath him. Their mouths were only an inch apart.
At that moment, both of them froze in embarrassment…
