Why Don't I... Help You?

However, Shi Xiaoya squirmed again.

He could no longer endure it. Instead, the urge felt stronger.

And now, Han Zhuoling had such a strong desire to be inside her.

His soft fiancee was in his arms. How could he endure it?

But they were in the office, and it was inconvenient here.

Shi Xiaoya let out a sigh of relief. But when she saw how much Han Zhuoling was struggling, she felt bad.

She felt herself going through an internal conflict. Then, she heard Han Zhuoling said, "I can just endure it and it will be okay."

However, when she saw the big drops of perspiration falling on Han Zhuoling's forehead, how could she let him go through this?

Shi Xiaoya said softly, "Why don't I… help you?"

Her voice was very soft. It was as though it was stuck in her throat. If he wasn't listening to her carefully, he wouldn't have heard what she said clearly.