Sheng Sheng laughed, and as he leaned down, Maimai swiftly rolled to the other side of the bed, sternly warning, "Turtle egg, don't think you can grope me every time you see me."
"If I really wanted to grope you, do you think you could escape?" Sheng Sheng grabbed her arm and pulled her into his embrace. Maimai kicked out, but unfortunately, Sheng Sheng anticipated her move and the next second, her little foot was gently held, her leg lifted, and forced into a ninety-degree angle.
Maimai propped herself up on the bed, her body incredibly flexible. A ninety-degree angle was nothing, and even doing the splits would be no problem. Sheng Sheng slowly pressed her leg down, his body following closely, while pinning her hand to the bed to prevent any resistance. "Where should I start nibbling on you first?"
He didn't know if he was asking Maimai or talking to himself.
