Suddenly, a familiar pain came from her lower abdomen, with a tendency to intensify.
She really couldn't withstand the sharp pain and instinctively raised her hand to stop the hot lips wandering over her chest.
This meant calling a halt.
Lu Jihan froze and stopped. His nasal voice was muffled in Song Yinyin's neck, his brows tightly knitted, his tone impatient.
"You're kidding, right? You're calling a halt at the crucial moment again? Do you know if this keeps happening, I might get ED?"
Serves him right!
Who was the one acting all sickly yet trying to get fresh with her?
Song Yinyin mentally spat but didn't say it aloud.
She pursed her lips, her face blushing as she said, "Well... I... I think that has come..."
That?
Which one?
Lu Jihan frowned, "What exactly are you trying to say?"
"Just, it's that thing that comes to women once a month..." Song Yinyin's face turned red as a shrimp, slightly panting, her lips opening and closing.
