"Sister-in-law, I…"
I quickly withdrew my hand, my face turning beet red, feeling a bit embarrassed.
Yet my heart was thumping wildly, extremely excited.
Yiran's sister-in-law's assets are just so beautiful, both big and round, so full, like two lofty and majestic peaks, had me utterly captivated yesterday.
"It's... It's nothing!"
Song Yiran also blushed, her eyes shy. After the ambiguousness of yesterday, she was much more open to me, no longer resisting such intimate contact.
I held the tissue, continuing to wipe for her, "Sister-in-law, let me wipe it off for you again, or why don't you take it off, and I'll wash it for you!"
"Ah? This... this..."
Song Yiran glanced at me, her eyes flickering, but I had already boldly reached out to undo her button.
"Xiao Yang!"
She trembled slightly, instinctively raising her hand to block me, "I... I can do it myself! I can take it off, you don't have to, it's so embarrassing!"
"It's okay!"
