"Money boy?" Tang Mengying was wearing a mask on her face, so her expression was unclear. Her lips were curled into a mocking smile. "You mean, you don't want to do it with me?"
Before Zhao said anything, Tang Mengying's hand had already arrived. He closed his eyes and screamed.
Tang Mengying smiled softly. Her voice was crisp and clear. "Hey, you are scared. Why are you refusing something that feels so good? We are all adults. Aren't you quite excited just now?"
Just now yes, but… After looking at her face, he couldn't feel it at all.
Tang Mengying perceived his rejection and chuckled, but her eyes became colder. "Since you don't want to, I have to…"
Zhao looked like he had understood what he had to do. He flipped her over on the bed and removed her clothes, closing his eyes.
Tang Mengying squinted and enjoyed it.
