This stimulation was driving Qian Pingping crazy.
The burning heat kept coming from below, the feeling of emptiness inside her became more intense, and she could even feel her own honey flowing down her thighs.
This Li Qiang was a real master at torture!
Li Qiang looked down and, sure enough, saw the honey dripping down Qian Pingping's thighs.
His eyes narrowed, it was just what he had in mind to ask about, and now was the perfect time.
"With so much juice flowing, didn't you feel it dripping down your legs?" he asked.
"Uhm, I didn't realize," Qian Pingping's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, her gaze flitting away. How could such a shameful topic become so indescribably awkward coming from Li Qiang's mouth?
Typically, she didn't give a damn about these things; she was quite open about it.
But seeing Li Qiang's teasing expression made her feel involuntarily bashful.
Could it be that at thirty, her romantic desires were just awakening?