Are You Satisfied?

Mu Xiaoxiao used her little hands to push against his chest, beating on him anxiously.

It was only then that Yin Shaojie came to his senses and gradually loosened his hold on her lips. His breathing was wild and heavy as he asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Mu Xiaoxiao's face was scrunched up as she complained, "The table's hard, and I'm really uncomfortable from being pressed onto it."

Yin Shaojie looked behind her. Picking her up again, he pulled her into his embrace and returned to sitting down on the chair.

"Is it okay now?" He leaned back onto the backrest. With one hand behind her head, he pressed her lips close to his.

The pair's lips met again.

Mu Xiaoxiao's face was really red, but she didn't reject his advances. She let him kiss her obediently and sometimes even reciprocated shyly.

This kiss lasted for a very long time.

Mu Xiaoxiao realized that Yin Shaojie was different this time.

She racked her fuzzy brain.