Once again feeling that tender, private area, Zhang Yang was overjoyed.
"Teacher, you're wet."
Tang Tiantian's cheeks flushed, "No... no!"
"No? But then look at my hand." Zhang Yang held his hand up in front of Tang Tiantian.
Tang Tiantian also saw Zhang Yang's hand covered in something as clear as egg whites.
"That's not me, because my panties are wet." Tang Tiantian, too shy to admit it.
Could it be that she experienced intense pleasure and desire under Zhang Yang's kisses and touches? How could she possibly say that out loud?
"Is that so, teacher? I want to take a look down there." Zhang Yang grabbed at her panties, wanting to pull them down.
Tang Tiantian hurriedly grabbed them, and then to her surprise, found that she seemed to have regained some strength.
Indeed, Zhang Yang's treatment had shown obvious effects.
"Zhang Yang, didn't you already see it? There's nothing interesting down there."
