"Huh? You're not willing?" Yang Fan exclaimed deliberately, feigning surprise.
Fan Sisi's lips curled into a proud smile, her radiant cheeks slightly raised as she replied, "If you're injecting right now, I'm willing. But if it's just teasing, then I'm not. Making someone uncomfortable without scratching the itch—I definitely won't agree to that."
"Right now? Come on, let me take a look at how swollen it's gotten." Yang Fan joked, opening his arms invitingly toward Fan Sisi.
"I don't want to. You're tricking me, you're not even free right now." Fan Sisi muttered.
Yun Miaoyi stood at the side, a playful smile on her face as she suddenly tilted her hips toward Yang Fan and said softly, her voice gentle and coquettish, "Fanzi, why don't you take a look at mine? I think you've made mine swollen too."
Yang Fan's heart suddenly ignited with heat.
This posture was mesmerizing.
