Women, lying face down or face up, present entirely different landscapes.
Ximen Yuxiang's face flushed with shame, the redness spreading to her neck.
There were her perky breasts, the flat and smooth abdomen, the lush cradle of life...
This was a breathtaking spectacle capable of captivating any man.
And Lu Yang's exploratory touches and inquiries had not yet ceased.
Starting from the feet, then the calves, the thighs...
Just as Ximen Yuxiang was nervously contemplating how she would respond if Lu Yang touched the cradle of life and asked about her sensations, his hands suddenly skipped to her lower abdomen.
Ximen Yuxiang exhaled a sigh of relief, yet she also felt a hint of regret.
This feeling startled Ximen Yuxiang.
She wondered what she was really thinking.
However, before she could fully process this emotion, she felt Lu Yang's hands cover her breasts and begin to knead and squeeze them.
Ximen Yuxiang's eyes flew open.
