Not knowing Bíng Huo's thought at all, Xi Xue just put Bíng Huo's palm on top of his thing. The guy then positioned the girl's hand and made her grab the thing.
"Grab it gently."
Xi Xue spoke in a hoarse voice as he watched Bíng Huo put her palm around the guy's thing. Now she was ready to grab it.
"Okay." Bíng Huo slowly gripped the thing in his grip, and Xi Xue instantly flinched. He lifted his head and groaned.
"Harder. But not too hard."
"Like this?" Bíng Huo put more strength to her grip, and this time, it was a perfect fit. Not too weak, but not too strong either.
"Ngh– yes. Good…" Xi Xue nodded. His face flushed red, and his breath slowly became rough. The man then moved his hand on Bíng Huo's wrist, leading the girl to move her hand too.
