Look at her, definitely a slut who's always DIYing it with her hand.
He chuckled softly, "Do you often take care of yourself with your hand?"
"Hmm, not, not often." Song Lili's expression, teased by her own fingers, was flushed with arousal, looking incredibly erotic.
"How often is 'not often'?" Li Qiang gazed at Song Lili, her face abloom with desire from his teasing, feeling an intense heat within him that nearly made him lose control and pounce on her to make her cry out passionately.
But he firmly suppressed the rising heat within him, his lower body already throbbing with pain, his blood-engorged dragon standing erect at his waist, their shared scene looking incredibly decadent.
Song Lili's eyes misted over, feeling like her self-respect was being shattered by Li Qiang's questioning.
She bit her lower lip tightly, stubbornly refusing to say a word.
Seeing her in this most resilient state, Li Qiang smirked, reached out his hand, and ruthlessly plunged into her honey pot.