Su Jia was being pressed down by him, almost unable to breathe, her arms forming a circle around his neck, deliberately tightening in a flattering way.
This position made his movements more convenient, his hard teeth left marks on her sexy collarbone.
Su Jia whimpered, "Lu Yanhe, you're crushing me..."
Lu Yanhe raised his head and chuckled lightly, "Don't you just love it when I press you?"
Her face turned crimson, she opened her lips wanting to say something, but found herself limp all over, even lacking the strength to speak.
Su Jia, with an unhappy expression, wanted to dodge, "It tickles..."
"Where does it tickle? Here?" Lu Yanhe's large hand squeezed her waist, then moved further down, "Or is it here?"
Su Jia bit her lip, stubbornly staying silent.
He deliberately teased her, "Do you want it, hm?"
"..."
Seeing her silent, he suggested something even more outrageous, "If you want it, then just say you want me."
