Yao Lingling was taken aback, and her inner universe immediately exploded.
[What what what?! Is the senior going to... give me a massage?!]
[Does he think I'm stupid? Isn't this just trying to...]
Her ears turned so red they could bleed, "This... This is so embarrassing..."
"It's alright, after all, you're my girlfriend."
Yao Lingling felt as if she was about to ignite, "True."
"Clap~~"
Tang Song patted her elastic buttocks, and with a gentle tone said, "Come on, lie down, relax."
"…Oh."
Yao Lingling lowered her head and obediently lay on the soft, large bed, her heartbeat a chaotic mess.
The white camisole and black sports shorts outlined her slender waist and full, rounded curves.
Under the warm yellow light, it was full of a unique charm.
Tang Song came to the bedside, his hand gently resting on her waist hollow.
The warmth and dryness of his palm held a peculiar perception, slowly pressing along her spine downward.
