"Ah!" Lin Zhiyun looked at Yang Ming with amazement. Am I going to be carried by him?
"Hurry up." Yang Ming urged.
"Oh..." Lin Zhiyun looked around and saw that no one noticed them. Only then, did she carefully lean over Yang Ming. Her chest fit snugly on Yang Ming's back, offering a peculiar sensation to him.
Yang Ming had a pleasurable time, reaching out to Lin Zhiyun's *ss and carrying her on his back.
"I want you to carry me, too!" Not far from Yang Ming, a girl spoke to the boy beside her.
"Why do I need to carry you on my back? Just watch the performance..." The boy was very small and thin while his girlfriend was very sturdy.
"No way. Take a look at the other's boyfriend. He is carrying his girlfriend!" Apparently, the girl was unwilling to compromise.
"Ai..." The thin boy couldn't help but lean down to let his girlfriend who was bigger than him rest on top of his body...
