A moment later, Tingting's body suddenly went limp. she lay on the bed, panting heavily in shallow gasps, while Pingping looked like she was in genuine agony.
"Pingping, what's wrong?" Yifei asked, concerned.
"Mom, I feel so restless... it's awful. It felt like something was about to burst out of me, but then it just stopped." Pingping was on the verge of tears.
That feeling of being stranded on the jagged edge of a climax is a torment almost no woman can stand, let alone a girl who had lived a sheltered life.
Wang Yue chuckled. "That's normal. Even though you two have a connection, it's not a 100% synchronized physical experience. It's more like 80 or 90%. Naturally, you're left a little short. Tingting, tell your sister how it felt for you."
"It was magical," Tingting said, still savoring the afterglow. "It felt like flying—like something I'd been holding in for a long time was suddenly set free. It was so satisfying!"
