While Gao Yunshan was busy, Yang Fan's hands were not idle either.
At first, Gao Yunshan was half-kneeling on the ground to help Yang Fan get organized, but later, at Yang Fan's request, they shifted to a more fitting sixty-nine position.
Hearing Gao Yunshan's words, Yang Fan asked with a somewhat strange expression, "Honestly, you don't look like someone who has had a boyfriend before."
As the saying goes, practice makes perfect, and after experiencing so many women, especially young girls, Yang Fan had his own insights on how to tell.
At a glance, Gao Yunshan didn't seem to be much worn out.
"Ah... slow down," Gao Yunshan cooed, "I was in a relationship the year before last, and since then I haven't really done it much, so it must have recovered a lot. The self-healing ability of a woman's body in this respect seems to be pretty strong."
"You haven't done it for over a year?" Yang Fan asked in surprise, "And you call this being 'promiscuous'?"
