The index finger tapped his lower lip, Chu Wenwen hummed like a cat, his starry eyes slightly opened and looked at him pitifully, his delicate face was as pure and innocent as an angel.
"Master..." Qi Ming said anxiously, "Master really said he would reward us with you?"
"Yeah! Yes, the master also said that if you want me to tell you, just say that he rewarded it." The smile continued to spread at the corners of her lips, blooming with charming peach blossoms.
Qi Ming rolled his Adam's apple and a few drops of sweat rolled down his forehead. He looked at her blankly, "But... Ning Ai..."
Seeing as she looked like she had never served anyone else except her master, there was no way Ning Ai wouldn't want her first.
Chu Wenwen lowered his head shyly and said softly: "I...I didn't tell him."
"Ah!?" The resolute face hesitated for a moment, and Qi Ming immediately understood: "Why don't you tell him?"
"Because I don't know what I can do." Chu Wenwen said timidly. "Can you tell me? What can I do?"
"Of course, you can do a lot."
"Really?" She looked up, showed a childish smile, and said softly: "Thank you."
"First we should get on that bed, and then I'll tell you slowly, don't worry, it's very comfortable." He grabbed her waist and looked at her with burning eyes, "Relax."
She nodded shyly..
Sitting down along the edge of the bed, Qi Ming smiled evilly, grabbed her hand and stretched it towards himself.
As soon as he touched the scorching chest, Chu Wenwen was startled and quickly retracted his hand, but he held it firmly.
With an evil smile on his lips, Qi Ming took advantage of the situation and pushed her down on the bed. He lowered his head and covered her lips heavily, using the tip of his tongue to trace the curve of her lips.
Chu Wenwen looked at his satisfied face with dull eyes, holding the sheets tightly with her right hand.
Qi Ming stroked her cheek with one hand and kissed her deeper. He held her slender waist with the other hand and stroked her up and down through the thin silk pajamas.
"No..." She murmured softly, tears sliding down the corners of her eyes filled with sadness.
Qi Ming lifted up her clothes, and his thick palms instantly occupied her tenderness, eagerly clinging to the roundness of her chest.
"No..." Chu Wenwen shook his head weakly.
As if he didn't hear it, his rough fingertips quickly reached down and pulled her underwear.