Tang Song took off the slippers on his feet, spread his legs apart, and held Wen Ruan in his arms, his chest tightly pressed against her back.
He wasn't the dense protagonist from a 2D world, so he naturally noticed the thoughts of this older sister.
Wen Ruan's body trembled, immediately softened, and she lazily leaned into his embrace.
Tang Song wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, placing his hands on her abdomen and gently kneading.
Zero-distance contact with her vest line, the firm touch made his heart skip a beat.
The temperature in the room instantly rose considerably, their touching skin growing hot.
She couldn't help but open her eyes and sneak a look at his well-defined hands.
They were slender and resilient, and especially warm.
It was hard to imagine what a stunning scene it would be if he helped her with Sealing spells.
Certainly, it would be a lot more comfortable than using a fascia gun on herself.
