Uh...
Song Guanchao let out a low, muffled groan, and Zeng Li showed a hint of confusion.
But the next second, she knew why Song Guanchao made that sound.
She quickly spit it out, looking at Song Guanchao as he exhaled deeply, lying on the bed and breathing heavily, and lightly said, "It's not tasty at all."
She pouted, lying in his arms, resting on his arm, and said with a smile, "Does it feel good?"
Song Guanchao's emotions were extremely complex.
He suddenly felt uncertain about how he should face her.
Previously, he had always regarded her as a sister, without any such feelings.
Although her body could make Song Guanchao feel a physiological impulse, it was just physical.
Whenever it came to action, he restrained himself every time.
But this time, he found that he hadn't controlled himself.
Looking at the radiant Zeng Li, blushing like a shy bride lying in his arms, Song Guanchao shamefully hardened again.
