"Bigger is still a little better."
Even before Chen Yi could truly speak, Yin Tingxue had already understood the answer, her brows furrowed as she became sullen and unhappy.
But after a moment, she forced herself to raise her eyebrows and softly said, "Bigger isn't always better."
"What's not good about it? Which man doesn't like bigger ones?"
Chen Yi retorted, causing her to push him away slightly and step back.
In the almost impenetrable darkness, Yin Tingxue was only dressed in a thin garment, wrapped in thick bedding. From the outline alone, she truly resembled a piece of beautiful jade, meant to be admired, not played with. Chen Yi knew that the young girl was fragile, beautiful as she was, couldn't withstand excessive teasing. Every time, even before he could exert himself, she would beg for mercy repeatedly.
