Accepting seemed too beastly, but if he resisted, wouldn't that make him even worse than a beast?
Just as Gao Lian was torn, Dongfang Xuanya had already kissed him on the lips, her soft, delicate hands roaming over his abs.
That tender touch was almost life-threatening!
Gao Lian gasped, a terrible impulse making him instantly aroused.
The only undershirt remaining was lifted by Dongfang Xuanya, who then, like a seasoned general victorious in a hundred battles, began leading him gallantly across the battlefield.
Dongfang Xuanya's small hand, as if equipped with navigation, easily unbuckled his belt.
This feeling of being released was completely different from releasing himself.
Gao Lian felt her grasp him, his body tensing dreadfully.
Dongfang Xuanya, like a connoisseur, exclaimed in surprise as she held him, "So big."
Gao Lian: "..."
He must have been drunk, drunk.
How could he be hearing such words?
Then, words that made him feel he might be insane rang in his ears.
