Zhao Meimei's back pressed against Shi Yang's chest as Shi Yang's hand squeezed her ticklish ribs. Zhao Meimei giggled twice, twisted her body a few times without escaping, and had to turn back, twisting her waist to wrap her arms around Shi Yang's neck.
Shi Yang raised his head to gaze at her, his voice gentle and tender: "Big baby..."
Zhao Meimei lowered her head to look, Shi Yang's handsome and well-defined face was slightly flushed, and their eyes held the reflection of each other.
Zhao Meimei reached into Shi Yang's shirt collar, gently stroking his firm chest, whispering softly: "Brother..."
Zhao Meimei turned her body completely, straddling Shi Yang's legs, leaning close to his neck, and kissed it.
Shi Yang leaned back slightly, lowering his head to watch Zhao Meimei stand up from his lap.
She reached up to lift Shi Yang's shirt, covering her own head, with hot breaths spraying onto his chest, enveloping a heat that steamed his brain.
