Song Yan, looking at Zhao Chi's pained expression, couldn't help but reprimand him with an annoyed whitening of her eyes. This big lecher was really becoming more and more brazen. However, Song Yan, gazing at that "big guy," also felt somewhat unable to stop herself.
Thus, Song Yan stretched her slender, jade-like hand into Zhao Chi's underwear, grabbed his hot and firm "big guy," and slowly started to stroke it.
Zhao Chi couldn't help but tremble violently as a different kind of pleasure swept over him. The demure and bashful expression on Song Yan's face was somewhat different from her previous dissolute appearance, probably because she was afraid of being discovered, so she was being extremely careful throughout, her pretty face blushing with coyness. That innocent and enticing look almost made Zhao Chi's eyes pop out of his head.
