Yufen froze.
"Xiao Yang, what... what are you doing! Stop... stop grabbing, stop touching! Ah! Ah!"
As I kneaded with force, her cries began, a mix of comfort and shyness. She moved back, but I didn't relent and kept on grabbing.
"Sister Pan, I... I can't take it anymore, I'm in agony!"
I groaned, looking at her pleadingly.
Upon meeting my gaze, she shivered with embarrassment, her grip on my Great General loosening. She turned her face away, her voice trembling as she said, "Xiao Yang, didn't I tell you before, we... we can't do this, let go of me, quickly!"
"Sister Pan!"
I gasped for air, leaning forward, gripping even tighter.
"Mmm! Xiao Yang, be gentle, it hurts!" Yufen's delicate body trembled, her eyebrows knitting together.
I quickly loosened my grip a bit, "Sister Pan, I'm sorry!"
She didn't reply, her averted face burning red, not struggling, just urging me to let go.
