After saying that, Chen Bin directly took Zhao Xin's earlobe into his mouth.
"Mmm!" Holding Zhao Xin's earlobe in his mouth, which for Chen Bin was just the simplest form of flirting, caused Zhao Xin's body to shiver uncontrollably, yet she said, "We can't... we can't do this. And... and just now you didn't... didn't let me... let me touch you there!"
Fearing that Chen Bin would succeed, not only was Zhao Xin desperately trying to keep her legs closed, but she was also pressing her own hands against her thighs.
"Now if you want to touch, you can!" With these words, Chen Bin took Zhao Xin's hand again and placed it on his crotch, whispering, "Good girl... slide your hand inside my pants!"
"Does it feel very big?"
At that moment, Chen Bin's words seemed to be imbued with a magical power.
And although Zhao Xin's hand was on Chen Bin's 'thing', there was still a layer of pants separating them.
