Shi Yang kissed passionately and pulled Zhao Meimei's legs, pressing himself in between.
Zhao Meimei hurriedly said, "Brother! Big brother! No, no, listen to me, I haven't even recovered from last night! Ouch!"
As she was speaking, her butt suddenly got bitten, and Zhao Meimei let out a scream, her neck arched back, her throat tightened, and her voice trembled: "Brother! Oh no! I'm being serious! It hurts! Ahhh! It really hurts! Brother! Big brother! Good brother!! Ahhh! Ouch! Stop already, I really said the wrong thing! Oh my god!!!"
Shi Yang moved a couple of times, then stopped, still holding her down, and asked, "What did you say wrong?"
Zhao Meimei didn't hesitate to flatter him madly: "You really don't need to get any bigger. If you get any bigger, you'll poke right through my heart!"
A barely noticeable smile appeared at the corner of Shi Yang's lips: "Didn't you say it needed some touching?"
