Liu Sanming couldn't possibly admit it. Even if he dared, Zhao Xue would die of embarrassment.
The next moment, he pretended everything was fine and said with a laugh, "Sister Sun, you really dare to guess. My sister-in-law was beside me making fish, and hot oil splattered on her arm, so she shouted."
"Oh, I guess I overthought. Maybe my head is full of your glorious achievements. Anyway, I won't get into this with you. See you tomorrow."
Only then did Sun Yuanyuan hang up the phone.
Liu Sanming threw the phone aside, wrapped his arms around Zhao Xue again, and began a frenzied sprint.
With the tremendous thrusts, Zhao Xue resembled a sapling in a storm, trembling all over, her two snow-white breasts flying out from her bra and exposed to the air.
She climaxed twice more in succession.
It was only after twenty minutes that Liu Sanming made his delivery.
He was unwilling to shoot for Qian Xiaoxiao, but shooting for his sister-in-law Zhao Xue, that he was happy to do.
