Her every action carried an air of restraint, never making one feel deliberately seductive, as her movements flowed smoothly onto his abs.
Baili An was startled and quickly pushed her away, asking tremulously: "What are you doing?"
Su Jing's eyes burned with a confused peach hue, yet her voice was extremely slow and soft as she knowingly asked: "What do you mean?"
Baili An touched his teeth: "Remove your hand."
Su Jing contemplated seriously for a moment, then replied earnestly: "I won't."
Baili An was about to spit blood, trying again to grab her hand.
But she was incredibly cunning, slipping here and there, touching every part of his belly, then still not satisfied, she counted his abs with her finger, seeming especially fond of them.
"You're touching me randomly, don't blame me for being rude!" Baili An bared his teeth fiercely.
Su Jing's face remained unchanged in its usual indifference: "If you feel wronged, you can touch me back."
