Xu Qing: ε＝ε＝ε＝(#>д<)ﾉ
Poor Song, in the end he was still trained by the weird Jing! He might become a weirdo too!
No way!
What if he gets addicted and treats me like he treats Jing, what am I going to do?
Xu Qing shuddered, shaking with fear.
She isn't a weirdo like Jing, just the thought is terrifying.
There is a fear of being dominated.
"Buzz buzz buzz——"
[Jing: "Qingqing boss, you should try it too, it feels amazing, especially since your boyfriend also has those nimble hands, best to let him use them..."]
Jing was still describing it on WeChat.
Looking at the detailed text, Xu Qing's body was getting hotter.
Her mind overflowed with thoughts as she sat down in front of the computer and started typing furiously.
The more she wrote, the more invigorated she felt; her whole body tingled, and her backside especially itched.
Finally, she couldn't write anymore.
She quietly went to the bedroom door, locked it, and drew the curtains.
