At the moment Zhang Yang touched that sensitive little garden, Li Lingyu let out a startled cry.
At the same time, she clenched her thighs tightly, her body arched, and her hands unconsciously grasped Zhang Yang's.
She was truly too sensitive, it was all a reflexive action from Li Lingyu.
Zhang Yang hadn't expected Li Lingyu's reaction to be so strong; he was only touching that private little garden through her panties.
"Did I hurt you?" Zhang Yang also asked, slightly nervous.
Li Lingyu shyly shook her head, "It doesn't hurt, it's just so sensitive, I can hardly bear it."
As she said this, Li Lingyu mustered the courage to relax, slowly spread her legs, and closed her eyes, looking ready to be plucked at will.
Zhang Yang's heart was touched, such an obedient and docile girl was truly a treasure, so rare, how could he not love her?
For a moment, Zhang Yang didn't know what to say, and his affection and protective instinct for Li Lingyu grew even stronger.
