He Li was cradled by his warm large hand around her soft waist, feeling an odd itch in her midsection, and couldn't help but squirm a little. With that twist, the already gentle grip of Zhang Ziwen failed, and his hand slipped. He Lirou's delicate waist slid out of his control. With a tender moan, He Li once again slid on top of his body, pressing down solidly.
"Did I press you hard?" He Li called out sweetly, her hands moving chaotically, trying to prop herself up on his chest, her legs parted in an attempt to maintain balance and reduce the weight on his body.
Zhang Ziwen hadn't anticipated what would happen next, and her frantic struggling only made things worse. Her flustered movements were weak and without order, and, as a result, she stayed on top of him in the classic female-superior position.
