"Ah!"
A large hand unexpectedly landed on her bottom.
A warm palm with a kneading force made her elastic, tender, and perky bottom slightly deformed.
Her sensitive body reacted to this grip, the blush on her cheeks instantly spreading to her earlobes, her eyes moist and captivating, almost dripping with allure, as she softly called out.
Her legs weakened, and she fell into Song Guanchao's embrace.
The faint scent of tobacco wafted into her nose, the masculinity on Song Guanchao accelerated her heartbeat.
Song Guanchao flicked his cigarette away, his freed hand landed on her waist, gripping the slender waist, and he looked down at Jiang Yiren, who was instantly caught in the moment, he felt somewhat astonished.
Just a touch on the bottom, and this is the reaction?
Is this body a bit too sensitive?
However, seeing that she didn't resist or get angry, Song Guanchao's initial plan to just touch and then withdraw his hand dissipated.
