However, once some things are interrupted, they just don't feel the same even when you try to pick them back up. Chen Xiaobei's dick was already hard, but what he felt more was awkwardness. After all, he and Qiu Xingcai hadn't been in contact for a long time, and they were about to get physical without having built any kind of emotional connection. If he'd actually managed to fuck her, that would have been one thing, but he hadn't. How could he describe the feeling? It was just like that time with Shen Jiawen; Chen Xiaobei felt incredibly conflicted. Qiu Xingcai was in a similar boat, her internal turmoil even more complex than his.
And so, the two of them stood there in the wind like a pair of fools, neither knowing what to say.
But they couldn't just stand there in awkward silence forever. As the man, Chen Xiaobei felt he had to be the one to break the tension. He coughed lightly. "Xingcai, send me your card number. I'll transfer the money to you now."
