Nan Xueyin paused, a beat late realizing that the Crown Prince was "jockeying for attention."
She lowered her gaze to Xiao Youlan’s lower abdomen and slowly stroked it with her palm. Through the fabric, she could feel his belly slightly tense with nervousness; it was warm, with the distinct ripple of muscle underneath. The texture was already excellent.
However, Nan Xueyin, feeling a bit mischievous, said, "I can't really feel it through your clothes."
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