I sniffed hard, getting closer and closer.
Her waist was really slender—a supple, serpentine waist, exceedingly beautiful!
I kept moving downward, peering through the gap of her pants, wanting to see more, to glimpse an even more beautiful scene!
"Chen Yang, what... what are you doing?"
Suddenly, she yelped, reaching out to grab my head.
I turned my head and met her shy eyes. She slightly lifted her body, trembling all over, partly from the abdominal pain and partly from nervousness.
I was a stranger, but now, I was undoing her clothes…
"Oh! I'm just listening, checking to see how severe your condition is," I hurriedly explained, continuing downward, nearly touching her tight, tender waist.
"You..."
She shivered with embarrassment, unable to refuse, and could only turn her face away, daring not to look at me, "It hurts! It's so painful! Like being sliced with a knife, hmm! Hmm!"
I watched her, my ear pressing against her, then half of my face resting on her waist.
