In the dorm, the man's heavy panting and the woman's delicate moans echoed.
Two minutes later, Zhao Cheng's fat body shuddered.
A thick, scalding liquid sprayed inside Lin Wei's flower path.
Lin Wei paused.
She felt an urge to curse her luck.
She had barely overcome her inner disgust, her body just starting to respond, and yet this fat pig went and shot his load in less than two minutes.
This fat pig truly was useless, not even a tenth as good as her dear brother.
She found herself missing Tang Feng.
Zhao Cheng lay lazily atop Lin Wei's graceful body, his obese form trembling slightly.
The fat on his belly trembled even more intensely.
"Weiwei... I'm... I'm sorry, I... I got too excited..." He said, his head hanging in shame.
Lin Wei suppressed the anger and disgust in her heart, sat up, and parked her butt on the desk. Cupping Zhao Cheng's fat face with both hands, she kissed it.
"It's okay, I like you for who you are, not for anything else."