She did not give him a final answer. Instead, she took the initiative to wrap her arms around him, one hand stroking the back of his neck, the other pinching the hand he was using to shield his stomach. There was no doubt that once she was done pinching, she would slip her fingers inside again.
With two sensitive spots under attack at once, Sining’s brain short-circuited. He could only shrink his neck, instinctively trying to refuse.
As for her saying it wasn't enough?
He—he—he didn't understand.
He didn't want to understand.
*Senior Sister, help me.*
Chapter 227