Chapter 18: Going Home for Dinner

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Of course it felt good, that spot is the most thrilling point for a girl. Li Qiang raised an eyebrow and silently thought to himself.

"Faster, do it faster," Song Lili breathed out softly, now completely out of her wits.

Li Qiang chuckled, "Alright then."

He had only been teasing Song Lili just now, so he continued with his actions, lightly scratching her.

It just so happened that Song Lili was inflamed, and inflammation isn't just external itching; there's also quite noticeable inflammation inside. If you looked with an inspection device, you'd see a clear redness inside.

But ordinary people who don't study this wouldn't know; even some women with inflammation could simply think they're just horny.

Song Lili felt exactly that, especially with Li Qiang's thrilling scratching.

She clamped her mouth shut tightly, terrified of making any noise that might catch someone's attention and lead to gossip behind her back.