He hadn't expected Wang Yan to be so forward. She was already beautiful, and she had just spent time trying to seduce him. Zhao Dong was a man, not a Monk, so of course, he had a natural… reaction.
In his embarrassment, Wang Yan made a move that left him completely exposed. He was stunned. He drew a sharp breath and tried to pull back, but Wang Yan only gave him a surprised glance before her eyes turned sultry, and she gently lowered her head.
An indescribable sensation washed over him in an instant.
Wang Yan's lips were gorgeous—thin and red. From this angle… Zhao Dong felt as if his brain was about to explode. The feeling… it was simply indescribable!
As Wang Yan's head moved rhythmically, she lifted her pretty, charming face to give him an enticing look. Then, pulling away, she bit her lip and asked, "How does it feel?"
Zhao Dong's mind went blank for a moment before he managed to ask, "You… how many men have you been with?"
