Groping around, Ning Mei's hand directly reached into the pants and grabbed Wang Dahai.
Wang Dahai shivered as he was seized.
Ning Mei let out a bell-like laughter, her little hand moved slightly, and she felt Wang Dahai's reaction, teasingly said: "Dahai, you are reacting quite strongly."
Wang Dahai let out a wry smile and quickly stood up from the sofa.
But the reaction in his pants was bulging out the thin shorts.
Jiang Yiren glanced at it and turned red, too embarrassed to look.
Ning Mei said: "Feeling shy, are we?"
"I've seen everything on your body, and touched where I should," Ning Mei continued.
"Come here, sit down, let Sister Ning touch you again."
Ning Mei was really too overbearing, Wang Dahai felt overwhelmed.
If it was just the two of them, then Wang Dahai would naturally take control and go on the offensive.
But Jiang Yiren was still there.
"Sister Ning, stop it," Jiang Yiren spoke up.
Ning Mei raised her eyebrows: "What's the matter, are you jealous?"
