Sheng Qianxia noticed his strange expression, glanced at him, and then asked, "I heard it's really uncomfortable for men to keep it like this, is that true?"
"What do you think?" Gong Beiyao asked her back with a bit of gritted teeth.
But unexpectedly, Sheng Qianxia poked his firm part with her hand, "This feels funny."
She quickly tried to withdraw her hand, but it was tightly covered by his.
"Shall we?" Gong Beiyao's deep voice resonated in the car again.
"Qianqian," he simply called her name softly.
Yet, it seemed to contain a thousand words.
She could feel it in her hand, longing to be loved, or rather, needing to be loved.
It was like a child asking for candy in her palm, coquettishly.
Irresistible!
Driven by his passion, she found herself getting carried away.
She slowly bent down, feeling her heart pounding wildly, and reached out to unbuckle his belt.
She tried to unbuckle the belt several times but couldn't, her face turning as red as an apple.
