My Wound Doesn't Hurt, It's My Heart That Hurts

The threat was very effective. Ye Shengge blushed and had to change her mind. "The biggest."

The man raised an eyebrow.

"Actually, it's a bit difficult for you to use the largest Durex," Ye Shengge added. "But there's no other way. There's no bigger one."

Ji Shiting chuckled and stroked her face. "Are you satisfied?"

Ye Shengge gritted her teeth and said, "Very satisfied."

Ji Shiting swallowed hard, lifted her chin and kissed her.

The space between the shelves was limited, and the cramped space magnified the intimacy between the two. Ye Shengge had a row of sanitary products on her back, but she didn't dare put her weight on it. She had to grab his shoulders and lean against him, which made Ji Shiting very comfortable.

Ye Shengge was panting after the kiss. The man stared at her swollen lips and couldn't help kissing them again.

"Ji Shiting…" Her breathing was unstable, and her trembling voice sounded annoyed.