64. Ready

An Bingyan hadn't expected Yimo to suddenly fight back. Before she could react, Yimo had already pinned her to the bed.

Feeling something strange in her body, she didn't dare keep kissing Yimo and hurriedly reached out to pat Yimo's back. "Stop messing around, stop!"

"That tickles!"

"You're my servant. You're not allowed to fight back!!!"

Yimo had no intention of letting go, and mumbled, "Now you know it tickles?"

"Wasn't it fine when you were sucking on my neck just now?"

"Hmph, hmph, hmph! It's too late to admit defeat now!"

As Yimo kissed her, An Bingyan grew more and more restless. She felt that this couldn't go on.

How had their roles suddenly been reversed?

Hadn't she said she was going to teach this big liar a lesson?

But Yimo had left her feeling too weak to muster any strength, and she really couldn't push Yimo away.

She also felt something pressing against her thigh. It was hot, almost burning, and she grabbed it in one swift motion.

As An Bingyan seized "the future," Yimo froze. She stopped teasing An Bingyan, widened her eyes, and hurriedly said, "Um... Miss An, please go easy!"

"This isn't something you can play with!"

An Bingyan wasn't a little kid, so she naturally knew what she had grabbed. She felt a little scared, but also a little curious, and couldn't help asking, "Why can't I play with it?"

"I'm going to play with it anyway!" As she spoke, she began moving her hand.

Afraid of hurting Yimo, she was quite gentle.

But Yimo had never been with anyone before. After they'd been at it for a while and the mood was right, how could she handle that kind of stimulation? She used all her strength to grab An Bingyan's narrow shoulders and