"Of course it's true, especially here..." Zhao Chi said, as he boldly reached out his hand and pressed it on Song Yan's large breast, kneading it over her clothes incessantly.
Then, Zhao Chi slowly drew closer to Song Yan, whispering into her ear, "Sister-in-law, do you think what we did yesterday is fair to Sitong?"
Song Yan hadn't expected Zhao Chi to be so bold; her body tensed up straight away. With her sensitive spot being pinched, Song Yan's body softened. The devilish voice of Zhao Chi at her delicate ear made her involuntarily squeeze her thighs together. An unbearable itch seemed to be spreading upward from below.
After being brazenly kneaded by Zhao Chi for a while, Song Yan finally snapped out of it, as if waking from a dream, and pushed Zhao Chi away. She glared at him fiercely and reproached, "You... you little hooligan, how dare you tease your sister-in-law!"
