He leaned in, whispering softly, "Just a little while longer, okay?"
Yang Qinglan's lips curled into a smile, her body trembling, warm, soft, delicate, and her firm chest pressed against Li Changzhou's chest now and then.
Li Changzhou struggled to breathe, his mouth slightly open as his hot breath blew on Yang Qinglan.
"Is it okay?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.
Yang Qinglan pushed the book that was blocking her lips onto his face.
Li Changzhou's vision went dark, and he heard her shy voice by his ear, ".....put the book away first."
His breathing suddenly grew heavy, his heart beating like a drum.
No sooner had Li Changzhou tucked the book inside "Honey Pot World" than Yang Qinglan took the initiative, hooking her arms around his neck and kissing him.
Yang Qinglan's room was so cluttered with books that it took them until seven in the evening, nearly eight, to finish tidying up.
