But it seemed she had underestimated the safe distance. Eighteen centimeters might be the maximum for a handsome guy, but when it came to Sun Dasheng, it felt far less secure.
Yang Xintian bit her lip. "Uncle Sun, are you part donkey or something?"
Sun Dasheng, standing behind her, wrapped a hand around her slender waist. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"
"No! Zi Xuan is still here," she protested, her face turning bright red. Doing it here... that's just too shameful!
"It's okay, she's asleep. We'll just be quiet," he reassured her.
"Quiet? Really? I don't believe you!"
Sun Dasheng was at a loss with this girl. "Fine," he relented. "I won't move. You can take control. How about that?"
Yang Xintian glanced down at her small hands. Can one hand really handle it? That seems a little difficult, doesn't it?
As it turned out, it was indeed a bit of a handful. But if one hand wasn't enough, there was always the other. Hmm, two hands were just right.
