Song Lingxue felt a chill spread from where she sat, and her heart filled with panic.
"It's okay, don't worry," Chen Yang whispered comfortingly in her ear. Hidden by her dress, his left hand snaked up to her pert and soft breast.
Song Lingxue wasn't wearing a bra, only pasties. With a gentle flick of his finger, Chen Yang dislodged one. His large hand immediately grasped the moist, soft flesh and began to knead it forcefully. The sensation was marvelous.
"Mmm..." A tingling numbness spread through her body. Song Lingxue bit her lip, forcing herself to endure.
Still, Chen Yang's words offered her some small comfort in that moment. But she dared not move too much, terrified of reigniting his passion and being exposed in an embarrassing state.
Soon, they arrived at the location for the gathering: the Yunqing Club.
