"I... I didn't... I didn't!" Song Yan crinkled her nose, vehemently denying it.
But at that very moment, Zhao Chi stepped forward, shrouding Song Yan entirely in the shadow of his tall and erect figure.
Then, Song Yan felt a large hand suddenly land on the root of her thigh, causing her delicate body to shiver lightly. What followed was that hand sliding up her skirt and directly caressing that muddy place.
"Mmm... Oh..."
Song Yan moaned subconsciously, her entire body feeling as if electrified, instantly shuddering with a sense of melting weakness.
After moaning, Song Yan seemed to realize something was amiss. Her pretty face instantly flushed with a deeper red. Her pair of jade hands frantically covered her face, bashfully burying her entire head in Zhao Chi's chest.
