I helped you out, you're a single woman who's been out "working" before, how else could you repay me? Of course, let me play with your body! Women will always say no! But sometimes, women don't really have the right to refuse.
This "possibility" invaded Zhang Chen's mind, making him restless and depressed. He couldn't shake off the agitation, so he turned it into sexual desire.
He didn't kiss Sister Qian directly on the lips; instead, he pecked and licked her forehead, nose bridge, cheeks, dripping his saliva as he kept melting away her already weak body. Meanwhile, both his hands couldn't keep quiet either, and started to unbutton the front of her sweater.
"No... don't... stop..." Sister Qian was still weakly resisting. But that slight twisting, besides sending her breasts up to Zhang Chen's palm and rubbing against him, didn't seem to mean much else.
