But no matter what she did, Xia Wei just couldn't get hard.
If it can't get hard, it can't get hard, so just manage with it.
Zheng Manman then spread her legs and sat on Xia Wei, trying to stuff Xia Wei's soft little caterpillar into her body.
But the thing was too soft, and no matter how she tried, she couldn't get it in.
Zheng Manman was both angry and anxious, slapping Xia Wei on the body.
"Useless thing!" Zheng Manman cursed.
Xia Wei, drunk and not waking up, didn't react at all and continued to sleep like a dead pig.
Zheng Manman had no solution and could only get off of Xia Wei angrily and lie on the bed, seething with frustration.
As soon as Zheng Manman closed her eyes, the image of Lin Tian's fierce and mighty weapon would pop up in her mind.
She even had a dream where a young, strong man pinned her down on the bed and thrust into her fiercely.
The young man in the dream looked exactly like Lin Tian.
The next morning.
