But in front of Yin Xiaoying, Doctor Bai Xue had taken her own hand and gently laid it on the back of the child's, buried in a pile of snow.
Although it was the usual scene for Bai Xue, her figure wasn't bad at all, the touch of her skin was quite pleasant—it was very soft, with a quality like raindrops.
Even if the material was excellent, the face was still ordinary and obviously a concern.
But because Yin Xiaoying did not stop, she kept questioning herself. After hunger with closed eyes, she slowly moved upward, only to become lost in thought.
This skin really was very soft; if one closed their eyes, they certainly would derive great pleasure from it.
Grasping Yin Xiaoying's hand, she kept moving her fingers, nearly grazing the edge of Bai Xue's garments. Just as she thought to move further and was about to touch the peaks, Yin Xiaoying suddenly stopped and, opening her eyes, saw Bai Xue in a daze.
