Wrapped Around Her Little Finger

Unexpectedly, as Han Zhuoli talked, he started kissing her neck.

Lu Man started feeling tickly by his kisses, hiding away from them. Yet, her waist was suddenly held tightly by his hands. "Don't move."

Lu Man calmed down and immediately felt the tent growing in his pants. She hurriedly tried to clamber out of his lap but was stopped by Han Zhuoli.

"Just don't move first." Han Zhuoli said softly, "Just a while."

Whenever she left, he would always feel empty.

On the contrary, even if she was just sitting there and not moving at all, he would still feel complete and satisfied.

Yet, that only made Lu Man uncomfortable.

Hugging onto her so tightly, it made her feel warm all over. That was very obvious there too. How could Lu Man sit still?

Perhaps it was just her own imagination, but she felt as if he grabbed onto her waist and pressed her onto his hard-on.