"Oh!"
A sharp, euphoric cry escaped Cancan's lips as she took the hit, but she suddenly squeezed her muscles tight, clamping down on him. She pinned Wang Yue's head deep against her cervix, stalling his momentum. "Hold on, baby brother. Just a second."
"What are we waiting for? Don't tell me you're not itching for more," Wang Yue teased. He knew her well enough to know two rounds wouldn't even come close to satisfying her.
"I'm itching, trust me," Cancan said, her tone turning uncharacteristically serious. "But business first. Besides power-leveling my cultivation, does this dual-cultivation thing have any other perks?"
Wang Yue was sharp. He immediately sensed where she was going with this, and a thrill shot through him. Still, he played dumb. "Didn't you feel the perks? Wasn't this time way better than last night?"
