Zhang Ziwen's hand was persistent and did not stop its motion because of her soft pleading. His hand applied pressure, and Song Lin couldn't resist. She feared that using too much force would startle An Yun. Her hand moved along with his, unable to cover herself, and that detestable large hand had already touched her breast. Song Lin endured and made no sound, feeling his fingertips tease the tip of her breast, causing a tingling, numb, and itchy sensation—an incredible electric thrill that made her body quiver...
Barely containing himself, Zhang Ziwen reveled in the sensation within his palm—full, firm, perky, and smooth, extremely satisfying. His fingers skillfully teased her, and as that proud little peak blushed red with stimulation, Song Lin's body went limp, along with a faint tremor. Being flirted with by the man she loved, how could she resist anymore? Her breath quickened, and she almost moaned aloud.
