"Ah!"
A shy cry of surprise.
Jiang Ya's delicate body trembled, almost unable to hold onto the cup in her hand.
She hurriedly put it down, her face full of panic, and scolded, "Xia Bei, what are you doing? You can't..." But she didn't strongly resist, only gently pushed him away.
That bright face was flushed with a crimson glow, so tender and alluring.
She couldn't quite accept it internally because he was her student, yet her body couldn't resist him; pressed by the burning firmness into the crevice of her hips, she felt completely weak.
And those big hands gently grasped her, and she couldn't stop trembling, feeling a deep itch and heat between her legs, unbearable, as a warm stream almost broke through.
She tightened her legs, ashamed and sorrowful at her reaction!
If only her husband wasn't so indifferent, she wouldn't be like this. These past days, her husband was the same, having no interest in her.
Is a woman who's had children so unappealing?
