"Use my hand? My wife is right in my arms, if I were to use my hand, how lame would that be?"
With a beauty in his arms, still needing to use his hand, wouldn't he have a psychological barrier, right?
Tickled by Wei Chengfeng, Su Li burst into giggles, "But what if I get tired? You can't just ignore my feelings for your own, can you?"
Wei Chengfeng, pressing his forehead against hers and slowly moving her small hand down, said in a husky voice, "How about you use your hand to help me?"
Su Li's face instantly turned a bright red, and her hand kept pulling back, but Wei Chengfeng held it firmly and would not let her move it.
"You choose, I can't do it all by myself."
In the end, Su Li had no choice but to use her hand to help him.
When everything was over, Su Li felt her hand was so sore, it was as if it were about to break, she glared at him, "You say you're so old, why are you still so unrestrained?"
