"Quack, quack!"
Desire flowed thickly in Yan Jing's eyes as she swallowed and gulped, feeling an abnormal sense of satisfaction deep inside.
Shame, guilt, embarrassment...
All these emotions were now thrown to the back of her mind; she just wanted to follow her body's instincts, to experience the true joy of being a woman.
"Put your hair up,"
Wang Dahai said softly.
Yan Jing's eyes slightly lifted as she gazed at this young man a few years her junior, who was looking down at her from above; she suddenly felt a strange sensation.
She felt like a dog and he was her master.
For some reason, she felt compelled to obey his command.
She silently raised her hands and pinned her messy hair up into a fluffy bun on top of her head.
A few strands of hair then dangled beside her ears, adding a messy beauty to her.
After hesitating for a while, her tongue trailed down from the "big baby," kissing the dangling accessory, taking it into her mouth to cherish.