She reached down and pulled away the clothes wrapped around his waist. In an instant, his length was free and pointing directly at her.
Hu Yan was so flustered he wanted to hide under the furs. "Lan Lan! This is... we shouldn't..."
"If you don't want to do it, then just lie there," she said, looking at him with a daring gaze. "I'll do it myself."
Hu Yan nearly choked again. "What? What are you saying?" He couldn't believe his shy, gentle wife was being so aggressive. But then, Su Qinglan reached out and squeezed the tip of him gently.
"Mmm..." Hu Yan let out a deep, uncontrollable groan. His resolve was disappearing faster than the morning mist. He looked at her flushed face and realized that if he didn't give in now, he might actually explode.
He felt like his brain had turned into mush as Su Qinglan continued to stroke him with her small, soft hands.
