"I'll help older sister zip up."
Gu Chen walked towards her as if protecting a very fragile and precious item, the action of zipping very slow. With his fingertips sliding over the skin, his breathing also began to accelerate—hot, rapid, yet restrained—breathing out inch by inch on the back of her neck.
Ning Xiner could feel his clinging gaze and hurried breath, and felt somewhat annoyed.
This immoral little brother! How dare he…
"What are you looking at?"
"Older sister's back."
"What's so great about the back?"
"Older sister's back isn't just a back, it's a Bulgarian rose."
[Hahaha, God, older sister's back isn't just a back, it's a Bulgarian rose. I'm dying of laughter!]
[Ahhhhh! Did you hear my scream? I am so excited; their one-on-one play is so thrilling and enticing, I want to dive in and press their heads together! Give me a kiss]
