"Here, I'll give it."
Liang Yu bit her lip and after a moment of stiff resistance, said, "Brother, why don't you take your hand out from down there first, and feel the top."
Li Qing raised his left hand, "I've still got one hand here, doesn't stop me from feeling the top."
Liang Yu's eyes were sparked with fury, but in an instant, her expression changed to a smile.
She turned her body to face Li Qing, putting on a brave face as if she were headed to her doom, and said, "Go ahead, feel."
"Don't look like you're about to die, pull your clothes down a bit," Li Qing said in a deep voice.
Liang Yu clenched her fists tightly, took a deep breath, and pulled down her shoulder straps.
Li Qing had a faint smile on his lips as he placed his hand on her.
Liang Yu's chest wasn't very big, but it was white and tender, like two slightly oversized steamed buns.
Moreover, it looked like they had barely been touched by anyone, very much in their original shape.
