Wen Nuan pulled down his zipper, her face flushed, and used her limited theoretical knowledge to bring him pleasure. The silky sensation in her palm made her heart pound like a drum. Wen Nuan closed her eyes, burying her face in his chest, her senses becoming even more acute.
Ye Feimo's reaction grew more intense, and Wen Nuan's face was beet red. She felt the "fellow" in her palm seemed to grow even larger, throbbing vigorously. She could clearly feel his pulse, his vitality, and she could barely hold him.
Shyly, she tried to pull her hand away, but Ye Feimo wouldn't allow it, pressing her hand back. Wen Nuan looked up and glared at him, her shimmering eyes seemingly sending a jolt of electricity through his lower back. He suddenly pressed her down and kissed her fiercely, his grip tightening. With one strong squeeze from Wen Nuan, Ye Feimo let out a muffled groan, almost finishing prematurely, which would have been embarrassing.
