"Brother Ling, don't move, I want to do sit-ups." Hua Hua raised both hands and placed them behind her head, slightly tensing her abs, quickly sitting up.
Ling Yin stood at the edge of the bed, holding back: "Alright."
Then, the next scene, it's so beautiful I dare not enjoy it alone.
Hua Hua's lips directly touched Ling Yin's chest muscles.
Before savoring it, Hua Hua had already swiftly fallen back.
The next second, Hua Hua quickly sat up again, leaving a light trace on the skin of his chest, like an electric shock, quickly moving towards the abdomen.
Hua Hua had fallen back again.
"Brother Ling, can you count for me, how many I can do in a minute?" Hua Hua was simply reaching the ultimate level of combining flirting with exercise.
Ling Yin took out his phone and checked the stopwatch.
Another soft and swift electric current coursed across the chest.
After being struck by such currents countless times, Hua Hua asked, "Brother Ling, how many have I done?"
