At the concert venue, in a private box on the second floor.
Sun Zhe stood before the sofa with his legs slightly apart, wincing as he sucked air through his teeth. "It feels pretty good..." he said, his voice strained, "...it's just a bit dry. The friction hurts."
Hearing this, Zhu Yan stopped what she was doing. After a moment of careful thought, she had an idea.
She lightly pursed her red lips, her cheeks beginning to work.
A moment later, as her lips parted, a glistening strand of saliva slowly emerged, tracing a path down to drip onto the crimson, shiny head of the ugly thing nestled between her breasts.
The sight made Sun Zhe's breath catch in his throat. A look of pure, unadulterated madness flashed in his eyes, and he wished for nothing more than to pounce on her for a wild ride.
"Yan'Er."
"Hmm? What is it?"
Sun Zhe sighed. "I've realized that when you decide to be naughty, no one stands a chance."
"Oh, get lost. I'm not naughty."
