Her little face, which hadn't fully recovered, turned explosively red again, almost dripping with blood.
She swallowed, not daring to look at Duan Xi anymore, her small backside instinctively inched outward, trying to get off him, but Duan Xi wouldn't let her go. His big hand wrapped around her waist, his chin rested on her forehead, and he asked softly in her ear, "Can you feel it? It's not disdain."
It's a longing that reaches the bone!
Jiaojiao's small waist stiffened, and she was completely unsure how to react. Even though she was in a clean environment, she wasn't naïve. Some things she somewhat knew even if no one taught her, especially since the girls around her were older, and they occasionally talked about it. She hadn't seen it, but at least she had heard of it.
In the quiet space, the two maintained this position, embracing each other. Even in silence, Jiaojiao felt the atmosphere was alarmingly ambiguous, sticky, making her a bit bashful yet sweetly.
