At that moment, Chen Xiaobei was like a star on stage, the focus of everyone's attention.
He Zixuan's small breasts were incredibly soft; holding them felt like grasping a piece of tender cotton candy. Paired with her petite body and doll-like face, the experience was indescribably pleasant.
But Chen Xiaobei simply couldn't get aroused. Even for someone as shameless as him, the situation was mortifying.
Yet, He Zixuan was gripping his hand tightly. She wasn't just gripping it, either—she was constantly kneading it with force. Her blushing cheeks looked as if they were about to drip with moisture as she whispered, "Mmm, ah, that feels so good! Harder, ravage me!"
"Mmm, I'm so itchy, hurry up!"
As she spoke, He Zixuan even began to rub her legs together. If she weren't wearing a skirt, the scene would have been too indecent to watch.
