Shen Yuan's interest was not in the drink before him, as he reached out and lightly pulled at the strap, accidentally also lifting her bosom. The moment he let go, the strap snapped back onto her shoulder with a "pop," sending a tremble through her.
Chen Xinyu's body tensed even more. She was already nervous, but she hadn't expected Shen Yuan to tease her like this.
Shen Yuan continued to linger on her fragrant shoulders, feeling the soft layer of fat that indicated she was not skinny, which made her feel rounded and delicate to touch and quite comfortable.
Chen Na's gaze was complex. She had fantasized about this scene countless times and had steeled herself just as many times. However, when she witnessed it firsthand, her heart still felt sour.
Her own man and her own little sister were having such intimate contact; it was impossible for her not to feel jealous.
She even felt some regret.
