"Is that so?" Qianyi lay on his side, one elbow propped against the edge of the bed, his chin resting in his palm as he smiled at the bristling girl in his arms. Unhurriedly, he helped her recall, "Then who was it last night that kept crying, 'Faster,' 'Deeper'... and then clung to my neck for dear life, crying and begging me to break her?"
Maybe it was just his imagination.
When there were only a few people in the room, all familiar faces, the girls were often as shy as delicate mimosa plants, curling up at the slightest touch. But once there were more people, and someone took the lead in "breaking the taboo," the atmosphere quietly began to change.
At first, the one or two who shed their modesty would still be so embarrassed that they didn't know where to put their hands or even their eyes.
But once everyone present was "being honest," that subtle herd mentality instead made every one of them unusually bold, without the slightest fear or hesitation about tasting that cup of "black peach rich milk tea."
Furina was exactly like that. She had been unbearably shy at first, but once things truly began, she became unexpectedly daring, even seeming as though she wanted to put on an unconventional stage play with Qianyi right then and there.
"T-That was... that was..." Furina's brain instantly crashed as those outrageously shameful scenes replayed wildly through her mind like a revolving lantern.
She guiltily looked away, then, as if she had grasped a lifesaving straw, stubbornly said in a slightly hoarse voice, "That's right! It was Ronava! Ronava was the one shouting that!!"
As she shamelessly shifted the blame, she rotated her aching neck and began searching the messy room for the "target" she had dragged