After a while, a special feeling rose from Su Yuya's body, a kind of emotion that had been suppressed for years, a longing.
She was in her thirties, the prime of womanhood, and quite mature in matters between the sexes, but because of discord with her husband, she couldn't remember or didn't know how long it had been since she'd last done such a thing.
Many times, she felt very uncomfortable in her dreams in the middle of the night, and she even thought about letting go and finding a man to solve it.
But she never did it, always suppressing herself, and at most when she couldn't bear it, she would use her hands to resolve it.
Now, this contact with Song Xiaodong seemed to ignite those suppressed emotions, and she even wished for some movement from Song Xiaodong's hand, hoping his face would move closer, expecting his mouth to do something.
However, Song Xiaodong's hand remained still, causing unknown anxiety in Su Yuya's heart.
