“Ms. Zhang, aren’t you anxious?”

“No.” Zhang Yurong shows that she doesn’t care, just like Li Yong.

“You’re wet down here.” Li Yong says and reaches to touch her, “Isn’t it because you’re anxious?”

“Little bastard, then what are you waiting for?” Zhang Yurong separates her white legs and puts her hand into Li Yong’s clothes.

“What do you want me to do?” Li Yong teases her.

Zhang Yurong grabs ...