"This... this way... Turn your body toward Sister Song Lin; don't face me," An Yun blurted out in a panic, thinking it an excellent idea. The contact with that part of the male body tensed her up completely, and she was so nervous she felt she might crumble. It was better for the jerk to turn toward Song Lin than toward herself.
"No way!" Song Lin on the other side of the bed was startled, and instinctively protested in a delicate voice. She heard An Yun and Zhang Ziwen's conversation loud and clear. She could feel An Yun's embarrassment and nervousness and was relieved that Zhang Ziwen wasn't turning toward her. When An Yun came up with that rotten idea, Song Lin instantly became tense because she also didn't know how to face a naked Zhang Ziwen.
