"Mmm! Mmm!"
Han Yumeng bit her moist red lips, but still couldn't help humming out loud.
She was trembling the whole time, her face turned away, and the base of her neck had turned red.
She was too embarrassed!
She was also a bit nervous, her hands neatly placed on her knees, clenched tightly. From time to time, she stole glances at me, seemingly afraid that I would be unruly like the last time.
I massaged her while admiring her shy demeanor.
Han Yumeng really was beautiful, with delicate features, just a bit plump, not as eye-catching as Zhang Huan, with a goddess-like charm.
"What... why do you keep looking at me?"
Han Yumeng noticed and blushed even more.
"Because you're beautiful!"
I replied subconsciously.
Han Yumeng paused for a moment, a bit shy but also pleased, "Well, of course, I am beautiful! But receiving compliments from you doesn't feel like an achievement at all!"
Saying so, she pouted, revealing a hint of disdain.
