Yang Fan lay on Fan Sisi's bed as still as a corpse.
Fan Sisi had already fallen asleep, but her tender arms tightly clutched Yang Fan, and her right leg was hooked over his waist, completely blocking any path of escape for him.
For a young adult in the prime of his life, this scene was almost unbearable.
It wasn't for any reason other than the fact that Fan Sisi's clothing was simply too thin.
The sheer layer of fabric hardly blocked the sensation of skin, which Yang Fan could almost fully feel.
And the most fatal temptation came from Fan Sisi's neckline.
The neckline of this nightgown, styled like ancient undergarments, was exceptionally wide, daringly revealing the middle of her abundantly full bosom. It wasn't very noticeable when she stood, but now, as she lay on her side, those tender mounds seemed as if they were about to roll out.
All Yang Fan needed to do was to hook his hand slightly, and those little darlings would reveal their true selves.
