"Need any help?" Yeh Huang had a wicked smile at the corner of his lips.
"No, no, just give me a towel…" Long Linger sat up and turned around to look for a towel, but before she could find one she suddenly felt a rush of warmth on her chest. That heavy, swollen feeling was quickly sucked away, and her whole body felt light.
But that fluttery, panicky feeling in her heart just kept getting stronger. As he kissed and kissed, he leaned in again; they had just finished, and now a new round was already starting.
Still, she liked this solid, real feeling. Whatever she did with him felt good.
After another forty minutes of "battle," she went, sweating all over, to take a shower, and he got up to answer his ringing phone.
By the time she came out from her shower, he was already dressed. "Sit down and rest for a while, I'll go fix us something to eat!"
"Mm, okay!"
