Lin Baiwei blushed even more, unsure of what to say. She felt a little wronged. Even when she and Zhao Wenshan first got together, it wasn't as frequent as Zhou Yueyun's current relationship with her husband. Zhao Wenshan was really not good in that area and couldn't give her any pleasure at all.
Zhou Yueyun noticed Lin Baiwei's embarrassment and stopped bringing it up, changing the subject. She felt sorry for Lin Baiwei, thinking it was a real shame that she couldn't even enjoy that kind of thing.
After finishing their ice cream, the three of them lost interest in shopping. Ye Qingqing suggested going for a walk in the square. The square was bustling with people at night. They found a quiet place to sit down. The night view of Hong Kong was beautiful. Sitting in the quiet spot, watching the hurried passersby, they felt a little melancholy.
"Suddenly I feel very happy," Zhou Yueyun said abruptly, then stood up enthusiastically. "Would you like some milk tea? They sell it over there."
"Yes, I want a large one." Ye Qingqing raised her hand.
Lin Bai hesitated for a moment, feeling a little itchy inside, and gritted his teeth and said, "I'll have a small one."
I'm going to completely indulge myself today and eat vegetarian food for six months from now on.
Zhou Yueyun excitedly bought three cups of milk tea. She and Ye Qingqing each got a large cup, while Lin Bai got a small one. The three of them took a big sip and sighed in unison, "So blissful!"
Compared to those who still have to work hard to make a living at night, they are really lucky to be able to go on vacation and sit in the square chatting and drinking milk tea!
Lin Baiwei drank half a cup of milk tea, hesitated for a long time, and then mustered up the courage to ask, "Um... I have a question for you. Is it really pleasurable when you do 'that'? What does it feel like?"
"Cough cough cough..."
Zhou Yueyun choked on her milk tea, which went down her trachea and a pearl got into her nose. She almost choked to death and it took her a while to recover.
"Next time you ask about this, give me a heads-up. Oh my god... it's choking me."
Zhou Yueyun took a big gulp of water, which made her feel a little better. She looked at Lin Baiwei strangely, and after a long while, she said, "You and Zhao Wenshan didn't do 'that'? That's impossible. How could Xiao Jie have been born if you didn't?"
Ye Qingqing nudged her and asked softly, "Didn't you have an orgasm?"
Lin Bai nodded slightly. "I'm not quite sure either, but I just don't think that kind of thing is enjoyable or pleasant."
"How long does Zhao Wenshan last each time?" Ye Qingqing asked directly.
Lin Baiwei and Zhou Yueyun were both shy, looking around furtively, afraid of being overheard. Fortunately, the square was bustling with people, and no one paid any attention to them.
"It takes at most ten minutes in total, sometimes even less." Lin Baiwei's voice was barely audible. Despite her high level of education, she was very conservative in this regard and ashamed to talk about it.
"I mean after penetration, not counting foreplay, how long does that last?"
"Three or four minutes? Maybe two or three minutes? I can't remember exactly, but it was pretty short." Lin Bai frowned slightly. Sometimes she didn't even feel anything before Zhao Wenshan finished. Moreover, Zhao Wenshan wasn't greedy for sex and rarely took the initiative to make love.
"Is Zhao Wenshan suffering from kidney deficiency? My Guoqiang can last for half an hour now. When he was young, he could do it five or six times in a row, half an hour each time, and he wasn't tired. What can you do in two minutes? Just go in for a stroll and that's it? He doesn't even have time to say hello." Zhou Yueyun muttered softly, which amused Lin Baiwei, who punched her a few times.
"If he can last two minutes, it's fine. But Zhao Wenshan's health must be poor. Most men can last at least ten minutes. No wonder you're not interested in that kind of thing. By the way, you don't only have Zhao Wenshan as your man, do you?" Ye Qingqing asked mysteriously.
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