Jing Ning didn't know what was happening to her; her body suddenly started to lose control, and her mind was frequently filled with extremely shameful images.
It was as if she was under some kind of mental control, becoming extremely wanton, with her desires infinitely expanding.
She felt like a slut dominated by lust; if a man were to appear now, even if he were short, poor, and unattractive, she would bend over and offer herself, begging him to relieve her.
After another three minutes, Jing Ning was fully in a fevered state, her mind completely chaotic.
She half-opened her eyes, which now had a completely unfocused gaze.
In her world, a tall, handsome man was pressing her down, crazily kissing every inch of her skin.
"Peng, Peng Yuyan, how can it be you?"
"Great, so great, I'm your little fangirl, I never thought I'd meet you here."
"Hurry, come in, I can't bear the itch any longer, please don't be polite, tear me apart quickly..."
