I gasped for a moment, my heart pounding wildly, my face flushed red.
Tang Qianqian, who sat on my lap, had her hands on the hem of her skirt, already pulled down, but only at the front, not yet at the back.
From my angle, her buttocks were still exposed, the warm, moist Peach Garden perched upon my legs; even through my pants, I could feel her dew slowly soaking through.
The waiter, carrying a fruit plate, glanced at us again.
I didn't know if he had seen anything just now.
I took a quick look and felt that he probably hadn't; his expression seemed normal.
Qianqian's body was still shaking, extremely nervous, she probably felt very embarrassed, so she reached for a microphone nearby and sang a few notes along with the music.
However, her voice trembled and was off-key, nervous on one hand and on the other, the Great General still sat below her, the intense stimulation causing her constant trembling.
