Wang Xiaohu was indeed tsk-tsking appreciatively, thoroughly enjoying himself as if he relished this sort of thing.
But Luo Yanling was suffering greatly before, feeling unbearably itchy and deeply ashamed, able only to cry out sharply nonstop.
"Wang Xiaohu you pervert, you're so disgusting!" she exclaimed.
"How could I be so unlucky, to come across a disgusting freak like you, oh my god…"
"Are you ever going to stop? Wuuu…"
"Ah! Ah~~~ah…"
"…"
In less than five minutes, Luo Yanling was trembling all over, as if she could barely stand, crying even more fiercely.
But at that moment, Wang Xiaohu slapped her on the butt and stood up, "You whore, why are you wailing? The more you cry out, the more excited I get! Stick it out nicely for me, I'm coming to see you!"
Luo Yanling lay sprawled on the hood, finally granted what seemed like a great reprieve, and stuck it out high again.