Jian Anning did as told; her small hand, under his direction, slid slowly over his handsome clavicle, over his robust muscles, "Is it here?"
"No, no, a bit further in—the down." Her hand, like smooth cheese, glided down, soft to the point of being inconceivable. Jian Anning thought he was truly in discomfort and, following his command, let her fingertips drift over the beautiful vertebrae of his spine, all the way down, to the edge of his waist.
At the second lumbar vertebra, there was a small depression, and she, inadvertently applying a bit of pressure, made Yu Zexiao "hmm" in a sound, a strong impulse, suddenly filled his lower abdomen! Just like in a martial arts novel where a character circulates their internal energy, the current, from her fingertips, surged straight to his waist, giving him an intense stimulation!
