Her petite body felt like it was naturally made to fit him, as if tailored just for him. Wesley's hand brushed against her softness, and Xiao Qiao felt electrified, like an itch not quite scratched enough. She wanted to wildly tear off all her clothes and let him do whatever he wanted, but both her hands were occupied.
No wonder he doesn't have a girlfriend; he doesn't even know how to undress.
She's already delivered herself right to his doorstep.
Determined to rely on her own strength, Xiao Qiao sped up her movements, her hands growing tired. She couldn't help but glare at him, "Are you done yet?"
For a virgin, you're incredibly persistent.
Wesley chuckled deeply, making Xiao Qiao's heart tremble—it was so unfair.
"Focus!"
"You look so handsome when you smile."
"Hmm, I know."
"Shameless!"
Xiao Qiao's hands were sore, "If you don't finish soon, I'm done here."
Wesley wrapped his big hand around hers, quickening the pace.
