An Yun's cry of alarm was faint, but Song Lin heard it clearly. The sound brought her back from her state of disarray to reality. Her movements were swift. As Zhang Ziwen turned toward An Yun, her long legs retracted so quickly, now completely removed from Zhang Ziwen's waist. Having distanced herself from Zhang Ziwen's body, Song Lin thought An Yun had discovered everything. Had she been too immersed, too indulgent? Did Xiao Yun already know it all? My God, embarrassment and shame made Song Lin feel like she had no place to hide. She didn't dare to move recklessly now, her pounding heartbeat so loud that even she could hear it clearly. So embarrassing…
An Yun felt nearly suffocated, inhaling his masculine scent and feeling the stimulating touch on her body. She felt weak all over. Her small hands instinctively pushed against his chest. She wanted to struggle but her strength was simply too feeble.
