"Hey, what are you doing in there? Stop messing around, can't you just behave yourself?"
By then, Aiai had already laughingly caught hold of Wang Jie's groin, her lips pursed in a cute and playful manner. She let out a tinkling refusal, "Don't, what are you doing? You clearly can't take it yourself, yet you're putting on this act of stubborn denial."
"If you didn't intend to do something, why would you unzip your pants and intentionally reveal that thing, if not to tempt me?"
"Please, did you think I wouldn't know?" she said, giggling, and then her small hands wrapped around it, moving up and down for a bit.
At first, he felt nothing, but when those small hands grasped together, he was instantly shocked, his face filled with astonishment.
In the dim light, he stared at Wang Jie, thinking at first that it was fake. He hadn't expected it to be real—from the base to the tip, it measured the length of three of her little hands.