In the cramped and dark interior of the car, Xiang Cheng leaned sideways and looked at Jiang Xue with a burning gaze. His hand covered Jiang Xue's hand and gently caressed Jiang Xue's smooth and tender little hand. That strength carried a lingering and intimate feeling. He was a little surprised that a poor girl who had lived in a poor family for eighteen years actually had a pair of soft and smooth hands.
Xiang Cheng's hands began to move slowly down on Jiang Xue's body. When he touched Jiang Xue's thigh, he massaged it in an extremely lecherous manner. His slow and heavy breathing was exceptionally clear in this narrow and quiet space. The atmosphere instantly became ambiguous.
Seeing that Jiang Xue did not resist, Xiang Cheng slowly extended his hand under her short skirt.
Jiang Xue was shocked. She was a little at a loss as she pressed down on Xiang Cheng's hand that had already touched her underwear.
