Yang Cheng was teased by her clumsy technique, neither satisfied nor dissatisfied, to him it was like scratching an itch through the boot, which didn't work at all.
Unable to continue moving backward, he could only hold Fang Ling to an open space and press her against a large tree.
"Ling Ling, what exactly do you want to do?"
His voice was low, filled with danger.
"Xiaochen, you... you can have me."
Fang Ling shyly lowered her head, summoning all her courage to speak these words.
"No, you're the daughter of my aunt, how can I make a move on you, plus you're still too young."
Yang Cheng refused without hesitation.
Though he liked beauties, and Fang Ling was definitely an innocent beauty, he couldn't just sleep with her under such circumstances, that would be too irresponsible.
"Do you dislike me because I'm young?"
Fang Ling pursed her red lips in grievance, instinctively thrusting out her small chest.
