Janice still did not let go of my arm. She kept hugging it tightly, pressing her bulging boobs tightly on my arm. It felt incredible.
“Please forgive me, I was wrong.” Janice shot me a passionate glance. Her eyes were filled with desire.
I was no longer a virgin. Naturally, I understood why Janice’s attitude toward me had taken a 180 degree turn. I guess the rumors about her were indeed true. She really was a slut.
I sneered in my heart. Naturally, I could not let myself be taken advantage of that easily.
I glanced at Janice, maintaining a straight face. “Oh, is that right? Thanks then, but could you please let go of my hand? I have to return home.”
Perhaps Janice had not expected me to remain so indifferent. A look of reluctance flashed across her eyes. She hugged my arm tighter and
