Yan Wanqing's cheeks were flushed red as she reached with both hands to stop his misbehaving hands, her voice clearing to a somewhat seductive murmur, "There's a problem."
"What problem?" Xiao Pingfeng kissed her earring.
Yan Wanqing turned her head and bumped into the depths of his dark eyes; the intense heat within startled her to inhale sharply.
"Speak, what's the problem?" The man prompted impatiently.
Yan Wanqing bit her lower lip, her eyes filling with tears of anxiety due to those hands setting fires everywhere: "My, my period is here."
After a moment of silence.
The man behind her hugged her tightly into his arms, breathing heavily.
"... You really want to suffocate me to death."
He vented his frustration by sucking a red mark into the side of her neck.
Caught off guard, Yan Wanqing let out a moan.
In an instant, her lips were sealed with his forefinger.
"Don't moan; it drives me crazy," he threatened.
