After dinner, we went upstairs.
Ling Xiangyu had arranged a room especially for the Spa, which was much more upscale than Aunt Lin's beauty salon, after all, it was a private club accessible only to the wealthy.
"Sister, lie down."
I approached the Spa bed and gestured for her to lie down.
"Mhm!"
Ling Xiangyu nodded, took a few steps, then staggered as if she were drunk, her beautiful face flushed with rosiness.
I hurried forward to support her, and in my haste, I didn't notice where I touched—accidentally grabbing her surging waves, oh so big and full!
My heart swayed, and I couldn't help but squeeze again.
"Ah!"
Ling Xiangyu couldn't help but moan, her delicate body quivering as she collapsed into my arms.
The next moment, I snapped out of it, a bit scared—what if she got angry? Then I'd be done for!
