In a war between two countries, it's not always necessary to clash violently head-on; one can also choose to soothe the war situation through persuasion.
Sun Zhe adopted this approach.
As he gently spoke, Lin Shuqing's tightly closed legs indeed opened slightly, allowing Sun Zhe's finger to slip in smoothly.
"Hmm... hmm..."
Lin Shuqing moaned again through her nose, biting down hard on Sun Zhe's shoulder.
The sensation was so unbearable, driving her nearly mad.
Sun Zhe held his breath, enduring the pain on his shoulder. The middle finger probing inside gently curved, with the pad facing up, as he began searching for that bump inside.
Li Zhishan had taught him some interesting trivia about this—at the depth of two knuckles inside, if you feel a slightly firm bump of flesh upward, then you've found the right spot.
Unexpectedly, while searching for that mystical spot, Sun Zhe's fingertip suddenly touched a delicate, thin membrane.
"Could this be..."
