As they spoke, the warm breath sprayed from Yang Chen's mouth all landed on Ni Qingyao's earlobe. That tingling sensation made her heart race, and her cheeks turned blush red. She cast a charming glance at Yang Chen and said, "You naughty boy, why do you keep thinking about such things!"
"Don't you want it too?"
Seeing that his stepmother did not object, Yang Chen's small hand slowly moved downwards.
Today, Ni Qingyao was wearing a long dress, making it easy for his hand to slip inside, his fingers gently brushing against the thin underwear.
"No… don't!"
Although Ni Qingyao was verbally rejecting, her resistance was weak, giving off an air of wanting to refuse yet welcoming it.
"No? But you're already wet anyway!"
Yang Chen's fingers were highly nimble, with just a gentle hook of the panties, his fingers landed at the soft valley.
