"...Naughty brother, you're definitely thinking about some beauty, aren't you missing Sister Lin?" An Yun breathed out softly as she moved her pretty face closer to Zhang Ziwen.
The sweet scent from An Yun's breath made Zhang Ziwen's heart flutter. Hastily, he replied, "No... I wasn't thinking about anyone."
"...Sure, I believe you. Just look at your silly blank expression, I knew you were thinking about a woman." An Yun wrinkled her cute little nose and snuggled up against him, finding comfort in the solidity of his chest.
"Don't think of me like that, okay? All I'm doing is lying here for a bit, it has nothing to do with women." Zhang Ziwen verbally denied it, but did not dare to move at all. He could already feel her full breasts pressed against him.
"Hehe... there's nothing wrong with thinking about women. Relax, I won't tattletale on you." Playfulness shone in An Yun's beautiful eyes. Seeing her big brother all tense, she felt the desire to tease him.
