"I indeed fooled you, Sister Yumo. That's my fault, and I am sorry about that. But haven't you deceived me too? And the one who started it was you, am I wrong?"
Mengxi said, while moving closer.
Yumo had been continually backing away until she hit the sofa's back. Now, there was no more room to retreat, and she was cornered by Mengxi.
Mengxi grasped Yumo's hand, which was supporting her against the sofa. The intoxicating scent of jasmine from Mengxi filled Yumo's nostrils.
Furthermore, due to their close proximity, Mengxi's ample chest collided tightly with Yumo's petite one, causing Yumo's cheeks to flush.
She usually wouldn't react so strongly to such an intimate touch from Mengxi, but after that lewd dream and the experience of being kissed forcefully by Mengxi when she was drunk, some strange thoughts started popping into Yumo's head.
