"Do you think saying that makes any difference?"
"No difference... So can you hurry up a little?" An Ziqing wanted to slap herself as soon as she said 'hurry'!
Men are really sensitive about this word, come on!
"Didn't you just complain that I'm too fast!" Ling Chuan said, leaning forward and firmly grasping her shoulders, not allowing her to move.
"I didn't! I really didn't! That was a slip of the tongue, yes, a slip of the tongue!"
"Well, slip of the tongue still comes with consequences!"
"But just now I really didn't mean that at all! What I'm saying is... mmm..." An Ziqing truly wanted to explain things clearly to him.
She absolutely wasn't criticizing him for being fast!
Oh, spit, he's not fast at all!
What should she say! What to say!
Ling Chuan kissed her dominantly, taking almost all the air from her mouth with each kiss.
The way he kissed her left her completely dizzy.
Who cares about what was said earlier!
