This sentence made Shen Qing's spirit shake violently, even momentarily forgetting her body's reaction at that moment.
"You... you found it? Who is it?"
Song Guanchao's lips curled slightly, and he said, "It's you."
Shen Qing's body trembled fiercely, her eyes darting around in panic, and her tone was somewhat disordered: "What are you talking about?"
"Sister Qing, let's stop acting with each other. We've already been honest with each other, so let's speak frankly."
Song Guanchao grabbed the towel and pulled it hard.
In an instant, the last barrier between their bodies disappeared.
His chest was pressed against Shen Qing's chest.
The fierce weapon beneath him pressed between her legs.
Shen Qing's body trembled uncontrollably.
Having such intimate contact with a man she had only met a few hours ago was a first for her.
The level of contact, with its physical and psychological stimulation, left her unable to control herself, her mind struggling to stay clear.
