"Uncle, stop touching me so randomly!" As soon as his hand touched her body, she couldn't stand the ticklish sensation.
Her petite body arched, twisting to escape.
But his arm trapped her.
"Not letting me in or touch, do you think I'm a monk?" Yan Ye sneered coldly, then his hand directly slipped inside her nightgown.
Upon touching that soft skin, a comfortable feeling spread from the palm of his hand.
And Lian Xinying shivered sensitively in response.
His hand was large, but his movements were very gentle, as light as a feather slowly gliding across.
This wasn't even where she was sensitive yet, and already her face blushed deeply, pleading in a low voice, "Uncle, can you stop touching, please?"
"Oh, so should I just come in?" Yan Ye had just given her an either-or choice.
A moment of silence.
Lian Xinying needed to think.
She stiffened her neck, looking quite silly.
Yan Ye felt a flush of irritation at her deep in thought expression.
