Chapter 65: The Old Hen Died

Ye Fei furrowed his brows and, without even greeting Tang Doudou, hastily walked out of the courtyard.

Only upon hearing Ye Fei's departing footsteps did Tang Doudou finally lift her head from under the blanket.

Turning around and seeing the large wet patch on the bedsheet, Tang Doudou's cheeks turned so red they seemed ready to drip blood.

She glanced out of the window, saw Ye Fei had made it to the neighboring yard, and then hurriedly turned back to search for her clothes.

After picking up her clothes, Tang Doudou inexplicably paused.

She bit her lip gently, then slowly retracted her hand beneath her, imitating Ye Fei's earlier actions as she started checking herself.

Yet after trying for a while, Tang Doudou gave up, surprised.

Why doesn't it feel the same when I do it myself as it did when Ye Fei did?

Does that mean if I want to experience that sensation again, I can only go look for Ye Fei?