Sitting up, she looked down at him from above.
"It hurts, move up a bit," Xiang Yiqing grabbed Xin Xiaoxiao's thighs and pulled her up slightly, avoiding his sensitive area, then looked at her with a pouty eyes, "But that's about it, the alcohol is really strong, I've almost finished a bottle on my own."
Xin Xiaoxiao nodded, "I can tell, or you wouldn't be reacting so strongly under me."
As she spoke, her hand reached back and grabbed a certain part of Xiang Yiqing.
All the nerves in Xiang Yiqing's body instantly tensed, and his blood boiled instantly, he stared annoyed at the petite woman sitting on him, "You..."
Before he could voice his annoyance, Xin Xiaoxiao interrupted him, "Not now, I need to go downstairs and check on Old Xin, I can't guarantee he won't come looking for me after a few glasses of wine."
