Shi Yang reached out and held Zhao Meimei's hand, his voice hoarse with a warning: "Stop moving around!"
Zhao Meimei was not willing to listen, playfully teasing him, she wrapped her arms around Shi Yang's neck, her body pressing down, locking her legs around Shi Yang's thigh, pinning him down, freeing a hand to tickle Shi Yang's side.
Shi Yang dodged, Zhao Meimei clung on, the two intertwined, twisting into a heap.
Zhao Meimei's pajama pants were wrapped underneath Shi Yang's leg, the waistband hanging loosely on her hips, revealing half of her rounded, plush cheeks encased in white cotton panties.
When Shi Yang was supporting her, his large hand unintentionally slid down, directly pressing on top, half of his fingers pressed against the smooth, tender skin, bouncing back, it felt incredible to touch.
Shi Yang's chest heaved violently, his Adam's apple moving, flames flickered in his eyes, he hummed softly: "Seriously, stop it!"
