"Hmph, you're the one blushing!" Yan gritted her teeth and then mischievously gave Ye Chen's dragon a firm squeeze. Ye Chen gasped sharply, damn, that felt good. Yan's squeeze was neither too light nor too heavy, and just right. That burst of stimulation felt like a subtle current of electricity coursing through his veins.
"What's wrong? Does it hurt?" Yan was startled and asked with concern.
"It doesn't hurt, it feels amazing!" Ye Chen grinned, Yan shot him a glare and then angrily said, "Don't scare me like that!"
With that, Yan immediately bent down, earnestly holding Ye Chen's little one, and began to move it slowly. Looking at that big guy, Yan's face remained flushed without stopping. After a moment, she parted her red lips slightly, stuck out her little pink tongue, and slid it around.
Ye Chen felt an intense surge of fury, a fire that seemed about to burst out of his body directly. Ye Chen grabbed Yan's head instantly and pushed in deeply, using his strong, sturdy waist.
