"Junior Brother... don't."
Yinshu’s face was flushed a deep, burning red. She buried her head in Shen Ping’s chest, the skin of her ears glowing with a translucent, rosy hue that spread rapidly down to her alabaster neck. Although they had shared intimate moments before, they had never been this close.
Especially with the warm, clear sensation of his palm against her skin, she felt her body tremble involuntarily; it was as if something within her was becoming impossible to suppress.
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