In the private booth, under the dim lights, Song Yazhi's soft little hand gripped me below, and the strange pleasure made me sit up straight, daring not to move.
Fortunately, no one was paying attention to us.
I subconsciously glanced over at Yang Yaxue, only to see her sipping her drink, seemingly oblivious to Song Yazhi's bold move.
Or maybe… she was pretending!
If she was pretending not to see, didn't that mean Song Yazhi's behavior had her silent consent?
With that thought, I instantly became excited.
At this moment, Song Yazhi grew bolder, her soft little hand on my burning flesh began to stroke up and down.
"No wonder our school flower is fond of you, turns out your 'capital' is so 'ample'."
Song Yazhi looked at me with seductive, silky eyes, the desire in them gradually surfacing.
