"Let's head back."
Wang Xin tried to stand up.
Tang Feng quickly stopped her.
"Miss Wang, let me carry you on my back instead."
Wang Xin sat on a rock, looking at Tang Feng's back, and then, leaning forward, naturally laid across his sturdy back.
The fullness the size of soup bowls pressed against his back, sending Tang Feng's mind into a haze.
Her soft arms, like tender lotus roots, wrapped around his neck.
He reached back to support her, intending to hold onto Wang Xin's legs, but accidentally placed his hands in the wrong spot.
Both hands were now cupping her firm buttocks, full of elasticity.
What he felt was a patch of wetness.
The skirt was not only wet, but even through the fabric, he could feel the slick moisture of her plump buttocks.
Feeling the water that had soaked through, he paused for a moment.
Could it be, just now, Miss Wang had wet her pants!
At that moment, Wang Xin's body shivered, her beautiful pale face blushing deeply, utterly embarrassed.
