Ah!
A voice filled with bashfulness and a hint of pain, Yang Wanqing trembled slightly.
"Dr. Xia, you... what are you doing? This is not okay! Let go quickly!" She released his burning hand and tried to push away the hand that had slipped inside her collar.
"Sister Yang, I... I can't help it!"
Xia Bei trembled, yet he didn't let go.
"How can you do this, it's too much! I'm helping you bathe because I'm grateful to you. Wasn't the other night enough for you? Let go, be good! Or I'll get angry!"
Yang Wanqing looked up, glaring at him with embarrassment and anger.
But Xia Bei could tell she wasn't really angry, more so embarrassed, and her body was burning up. He could feel it, and that firm pomegranate under his palm showed that Sister Yang felt a little desire too, her desires stirred up by him.
He breathed heavily, growing bolder, leaving his hand there.
"You..."
