Yan Mengqing's idea was simple, and her actions were even more so—
Leaning softly against Su Huai while she hobbled from the back of the building toward the school entrance, she lifted her right leg slightly and hopped on her left leg, hop by hop.
With each hop, her body would brush against Su Huai's embrace.
It wasn't long before the sweat on her body started to surface, her cheeks flushed and her head swimming.
It was too exciting!
Her heart was a flutter with panic and elation, a thrill of being a bad girl secretively delivering intense pleasure, and it gradually bred a wonderful fantasy—Su Huai wasn't resisting; was he also enjoying this moment?!
But actually...
Huai didn't feel a thing.
First, it was winter in the Imperial Capital already, and both were wearing overcoats.
Second, A+.
You're trying to rub up against me with that?!
Believe it or not, the boys won't give you the time of day, and they might even roll their eyes at you?!
