Li Qing's body ignited with fire the moment Yang Xuelan spoke those words.
He had just rested for a bit, and he was already as lively as a dragon.
Not to mention getting it on with Yang Xuelan, even if it were twice in a row, he felt he could handle it.
Yang Xuelan was still wearing the same outfit from the morning, the tight jeans hugging her round buttocks, inexplicably making Li Qing think of the scene where he slowly pulled down Xu Keqing's jeans bit by bit.
Thinking of this, Li Qing couldn't wait to place his hand on it.
He circled her bottom a few times, lifted the long sleeve tucked into her jeans, slipped his hand inside, pushed past the bra, and grabbed the huge, fullness in front of her.
Although Yang Xuelan's buttocks weren't as round and perky as Xu Keqing's, the two mounds in front were much bigger than Xu Keqing's, too large to grasp with one hand, soft like well-kneaded dough.