Han Qianya ignored the nectar flowing from her lower body, sat up quickly, and searched for the TV remote control.

"Gulp..." The man swallowed on the other end of the phone, and the sexy and low voice rang out, "Are you... watching porn?"

Her movements froze as her face flushed crimson like fire, hastily saying, "No, you heard it wrong!"

Damn it! Where the hell did the remote go? Why couldn't she find it?

Su Moqi couldn't help laughing when he heard the rustling sounds and the cries of pleasure.

"Were you masturbating just now?"

So when she'd answered the phone earlier, her voice was very sweet and coquettish, which made him have naughty thoughts that he shouldn't, and he wanted to press her down beneath him...

"No, I wasn't!" Han Qianya readily denied it. How could she dare to admit something as private as masturbation? Moreover, in front of a man.

"Really not? Mmh?" The elongated and teasing tone was filled with boundless allure.

She felt her legs go weak; such a seductive voice was truly irresistible.

"Fine! I was just masturbating, what about it? If you hadn't called out of the blue, I would have just come!" She decided to vent her dissatisfaction and frustration on him.

Listening to the girl's coquettish voice, Su Moqi smiled lightly as he sat at the computer desk in his room. He took off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at the photo frame next to the computer monitor.

In the photo, a pretty girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old was wearing a relatively conservative one-piece swimsuit and holding a swim ring as she stood by the seaside, waving to the distance.

Her soft and long curly hair fluttered in the wind behind her, and her brows and eyes were relaxed. Her foxy eyes shone with charm and affection, and she had a delicate and petite nose with rosy lips and white teeth.

She exuded the unique vigor of youth, pure and radiant.

She had an hourglass figure, ample bosom, and plump buttocks, with a slender waist that could be held with just one hand.

Even now, he still remembered those large and perky breasts, swaying freely with her every movement as she ran and jumped.

Her legs were long, slender, and fair, with well- proportioned flesh and bone.

Her petite and delicate feet had toenails painted in a light cherry blossom pink.

Truly, she had a slender and well-proportioned figure, with skin as smooth as ice and bones as delicate as jade.

The first time he'd heard her clear and melodious voice, like a yellow oriole singing in the valley, he recognized that it was her.

However, he had been particularly busy in the past few months, and he didn't have many opportunities to create chance encounters or get closer to her.

After Han Qianya finished speaking, she felt a bit annoyed. And when she heard his laughter, which was so infectious that it seemed to impregnate one's ears, she regretted it even more, feeling as if her intestines had turned green.

In the eyes of her elders, she was a well-behaved girl, and in the eyes of her teachers and classmates, she was an excellent student. She was like a pure and untouchable jade-like existence, so how could she expose her "lustful" nature in front of him?

"Since I've deprived you of an orgasm," he said in a long drawn out tone that made her dry and anxious to hear, "I'll compensate you a few times more."

"How?"

"How do you want me to compensate?" he asked back, his enchanting peach blossom eyes filled with a hint of a smile, unintentionally setting up a trap of confusion and fascination for her.

Damn it!

Han Qianya struggled to say the two words that were about to spill from her lips, but she swallowed them back silently, pretending to be innocent, and said, "I don't know."

"Have you ever tried phone sex?" he spoke with a low voice, carrying an irresistible allure that was hard to resist.

"I haven't."

"It just so happens that it's my first time too. Do you want to try?" Su Moqi lowered his head and glanced at the gradually awakening penis in his suit pants. He was always easily moved by her.

"How should we try?" Han Qianya didn't bother turning off the TV anymore, and just leaned against the headboard, half lying on the round bed.