In the room.
The atmosphere had turned intensely suggestive.
Dong Xuebin had never expected Jiang Fangfang to make such a request—to have him watch her do that. Alcohol really was harmful; what kind of situation was this? Dong Xuebin cursed inwardly, but curses aside, when Jiang Fangfang slipped her hand beneath the buttons of her own shirt, his eyes still fixed tightly on her. He even forgot to blink. His body reacted naturally, and he kept drawing sharp breaths.
"Sister Jiang! Don't!"
Jiang Fangfang paused and looked at him. "What is it?"
Dong Xuebin said with a bitter smile, "Well... this isn't very appropriate. It really isn't."
Jiang Fangfang said slowly, "It'll be over soon. If you don't want to watch, just close your eyes."
"It's not that. The two of us... this isn't appropriate either. This..." Dong Xuebin was conflicted.
Jiang Fangfang asked matter-of-factly, "Didn't you say there was nothing wrong with this sort of thing? That it was perfectly normal?"
Dong Xuebin nearly fainted. It was normal, sure, but she ought to do it secretly at home by herself. Doing it here with him watching—how awkward was that supposed to be for him? Yet when he saw the suppressed, unsatisfied desire between Jiang Fangfang's brows, he had no way to refuse. He knew she might have held it in for far too long and had no idea how long it had been since she had done that herself. Dong Xuebin understood the feeling. Since returning these past few days, he had not done anything with Hui Lan or Aunt Xuan, and his whole body had felt off. Not to mention County Chief Jiang, who had been a widow for several years already.
Dong Xuebin said with a wry smile, "If you really can't take it anymore... uh... then