"What?"
Wen Jiaren was so overwhelmed by his actions, she lay on him with languid, seductive eyes like silk.
"I said, is it 'clean' now?"
Mu Qian repeated patiently, and after speaking, he nibbled on her cute little earlobe.
Wen Jiaren moaned softly; her earlobes were very sensitive and couldn't withstand such teasing. Listening to her passionate voice, he almost surrendered right then and there, feeling his blood start to boil. He was even more impatient than before and asked again, "Is it clean now?"
This time Wen Jiaren realized what he was asking about—her period. She had changed to a thinner pad, so he couldn't tell.
Or perhaps he could tell, but he was just clinging to hope!
