Wang Dahai curled up in Dahai's embrace, her heartbeat like the beating of a drum, thumping violently nonstop.
Once her heart rate gradually stabilized, Yan Ke gently adjusted her position.
She lifted her small face, looking at Dahai.
Dahai's breathing was steady, clearly asleep.
Yan Ke propped her head up again, her gaze hopping over to Vivi, who was sleeping beside Dahai.
Seeing that her movements hadn't woken the two, she silently lied down, her small hand reaching toward Dahai's arm, giving it a squeeze.
"Such solid muscles," she whispered with glee.
This was, after all, her first time touching a man's body, and at such close range.
After feeling his arm for a while, she moved her hand to his chest.
The well-defined, firm pectorals were irresistible to Yan Ke.
She was like a cat stealing a taste, freely exploring Dahai's body.
After caressing his chest for a moment, she mustered her courage, slipping her hand inside his T-shirt, touching his muscles without barrier.
