Qin Qi was filled with confusion.
How could a headache make him feel good?
Soon, he sensed something was off.
He tried hard to open his eyes, only to find Ling Feixue moving her head back and forth on his thing. The pleasure of being drained of his energy made the corners of his mouth slowly lift up.
Qin Qi didn't hurry, instead, he lay on the sofa with his hands behind his head, quietly watching Ling Feixue perform.
At first, Ling Feixue was very cautious, as if she was afraid of waking him up.
After a while, she gradually became bolder.
She moved with extraordinary effort, and that effort wasn't about pleasing, but rather like savoring a delicious meal, eating with particular enjoyment and satisfaction!
"Good, great, it's getting bigger!"
Ling Feixue didn't notice Qin Qi's gaze at all and was fully immersed in the thing before her.
She lightly bit her shell-like teeth, and the idea gradually grew in her mind.
