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"Buzz buzz buzz buzz..."

Just as Tang Feng stretched out his hand, ready to reach for that triangular area on Wang Qian.

Suddenly, the mobile phone in Wang Qian's shoulder bag started vibrating.

The two, deeply engrossed, jumped in shock.

Wang Qian, lost in the moment, was jolted back to reality, becoming somewhat flustered, "Phone, someone's calling!"

"Ignore it, let's continue!"

Tang Feng urged in haste.

Moving his hand away from Wang Qian, he quickly returned it to his thick shaft.

"No, my phone keeps vibrating, it's so annoying, it's making me uncomfortable!"

Wang Qian said.

Tang Feng, hearing this with no choice, could only let Wang Qian grab her phone.

Wang Qian reached out, took her shoulder bag, and pulled out the phone.

To her surprise, it wasn't her own phone ringing, but Tang Feng's.

"It's your auntie, Song Yun's calling you!"