"HISS..."
"AHH..."
"This feeling... why is it so strange?!"
Zeng Anmin's face flushed red, unable to resist turning his head to look at Sai Chuxue. The continuous, tingling electric current on his back gave his body a wondrous sensation he had never experienced before.
Behind him, Sai Chuxue ignored the strands of hair falling naturally past her temples. Her gaze was fixed intently on his back. One of her fingers traced forward inch by inch, while the pen tip in her other hand flickered with a faint cyan light.
"Don't move, it will be done in a moment," Sai Chuxue's somewhat solemn voice rang out.
Outside the door, Qin Shoucheng doubted his own ears. As an experienced man, he could naturally hear the supposed obscenity going on inside the room. However, it seemed the lines meant for a man and a woman were reversed...
