An Yun's heart was hammering in her throat, the sensation overwhelmingly clear as she even felt the firm muscle on his waist. This rascal was doing it on purpose, An Yun knew. Her face flushed red, but she was unable to escape. If she moved any further, her body would be exposed outside the thin blanket. She regretted her decision, regretted getting in Song Lin's bed, and regretted unfastening her bra before getting into bed…
"Sc…scoot over…." The rubbing friction against her skin made An Yun involuntarily squeal softly. This rascal was going too far, yet her eyes remained tightly shut, too embarrassed to look at him in the ambiguous setting.
"...Cra...crowded." Zhang Ziwen mumbled, relishing the sensation of her soft skin against his. This was a golden opportunity served on a silver platter, and he was not one to miss any chance at taking advantage.
