Li Qing's fingers slid up and down the crevice, the clear sensation through the thin fabric sending heat rushing to his head as a little tent pitched against the car seat.
"Don't, don't touch there."
Wu Xingxing hugged Li Qing tightly, her body squirming restlessly.
"Why do I feel like it's a bit wet here, didn't you wipe properly after using the toilet?" Li Qing said on purpose.
"Ah, you're really terrible, stop moving." Wu Xingxing pinched Li Qing gently at his waist and said.
"I'm not moving!" Li Qing stated righteously.
"...I feel uncomfortable, please, just stop touching."
Wu Xingxing's voice trembled gently, with a hint of a moan, as her fingers pinched and twisted at Li Qing's waist.
"Hiss... don't pinch, I'll let go." Li Qing hissed lightly as he spoke.
Wu Xingxing's hand hesitantly retracted, "I, I'll stop pinching, just let go quickly."
Li Qing reluctantly withdrew his hand, the sensation was truly good.
