Yang Muxue closed her eyes.
Her long eyelashes trembled nonstop, revealing her inner tension.
Chen Ziyang hesitated no longer and reached out towards her front.
That pair of perfectly round breasts fell into Chen Ziyang's hands, sending an unparalleled sensation straight to his nerves.
Yang Muxue's delicate body tensed up!
These breasts of hers had never been touched by anyone before!
Even she was somewhat dazed; she had actually allowed a man to touch her pride.
Moreover, she could feel that Chen Ziyang's palms were kneading in different, unrestrained ways.
A surge of anger rose from within her.
How could she, Yang Muxue, be toyed with by a man like this?
Just as she instinctively wanted to lash out, she suddenly realized a more important issue.
She was not in pain!
Her sensitive skin, which usually itched unbearably with any contact, was not suffering from Chen Ziyang's manipulations; she felt only embarrassment and anger, but no physical discomfort whatsoever!
