Wen Yao's expression was tense.
How could it be so big, so hard?
The scorching sensation in her palm, along with a hardness akin to a steel pipe, was completely different from her boyfriend's.
Her eyes held shock—and a fair bit of curiosity.
"How about it, is it different from your boyfriend's?" Li Chen asked with a light chuckle.
"Mmm!" Wen Yao's face flushed crimson with shyness as she admitted, "He's not as big as senior brother, and not so... so hard."
Li Chen laughed quietly to himself.
It was hardly just the size and hardness that stood apart.
As Wen Yao had said, it came out before it even got in—that was clearly no good.
It was a disease, if ever there was one.
But he couldn't have cared less about that.
All he could think about was the pure and cute junior sister before him, plotting how to conquer her and enter that Peach Blossom Grotto.
Just the fingers were exquisite, and that place, surely, would be mind-blowingly tight!