The graceful body lay across the bed, and although Liu Bingqing was still clothed, her most private parts were exposed to the air.
Zhang Xiaomeng's fingers smeared ceaselessly across Bingqing's soft, sensitive skin.
The tender and silky touch made every cell in his body come to a boil.
Unfortunately, Bingqing's scar was but a small patch, and after Zhang Xiaomeng applied the ointment, he could only reluctantly withdraw his hand.
Bingqing's face turned a deep red, and her forehead, taut with tension, was dotted with beads of sweat.
But she dared not wipe away the sweat; after all, her hands' most important task was to protect her body's most private part.
Little did she know that, due to the angle, Zhang Xiaomeng could see that delicate little garden.
It was just that his angle wasn't particularly good, so he didn't have the nerve to stare openly.
