Please Don't Treat Children as Objects of Fantasy

Long Aotian warmly wrapped his arms around my thin frame. His muscular body radiated an exciting aura of manly spirit.

I pushed him away.

"Not yet."

Long Aotian smiled kindly and pinned me down by force. Unable to break free, I glared at him with a hint of anger.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear:

"ass we can"