Sheng Qianxia had no choice but to cautiously bite his zipper.
But the part of the zipper was really too small. She tried several times without success, and even when she managed to catch it, it slipped away repeatedly.
She had no idea how intoxicating it felt with her cheek brushing against the zipper of his pants.
Gong Beiyao only felt a flare of desire rise up within him.
The intense heat that had been suppressed with difficulty now grew impossibly rigid once more.
Failing to bite the zipper, Sheng Qianxia simply spoke, "Gong Beiyao, move this thing away, it's blocking me…" As she spoke, she tried to push the object obstructing her.
Without waiting for her to react, Gong Beiyao pinned her against the opposite seat, leaning forward, pressing a hand beside her, and grabbing her chin with his other hand.
The cabin at the top of the Ferris wheel began to sway unsteadily.
Her breathing also became chaotic to the extreme.
"Do you want it?"
