"Ouch."
Huang Rong exclaimed and instinctively clamped her legs together.
Wu Song's fingers followed the abalone's crevice and started to drill inward.
Huang Rong panicked, after all, it was the dormitory stairwell, and if a passing teacher or student saw them, she would die of shame.
Hurriedly pulling out Wu Song's large hand, she begged, "Please don't, someone might see."
Yet her heart inexplicably felt excited, her small hole moistened, and honey-like liquid began to overflow.
Wu Song immediately felt it and chuckled, "Teacher Huang, it seems you really like it."
As he spoke, Wu Song's hand didn't withdraw immediately, instead continuing to probe along the crevice, reaching the entrance of the cavity in the next moment.
Like an eel, it slipped inside the small hole.
Huang Rong was truly flustered as she saw students approaching, the elevator arriving as well, and if she didn't pull it out quickly, it would cause trouble.
