This was Qing Ye's first time to play with Ying Huanhuan's body carefully, and wasn't it also Ying Huanhuan's first time to quietly savor the pleasure? Even in her sleep, she had to control herself from doing anything too obvious, and she couldn't even raise her hand to cover her mouth. That night, she struggled under Qing Ye's hands, initially unable to stop his attacks, and later trying to free her legs and find a chance to escape. Now, she had agreed to let the man in front of her play with her body. Although she still felt extremely resistant and shy inside, she acquiesced to Qing Ye's actions, shyly enjoying the pleasure brought to her by another man in front of her husband.
After savoring Ying Huanhuan's snow-white breasts, Qing Ye began his next move. His left hand released Ying Huanhuan's breasts and slowly moved down her body, sliding across her smooth belly, past her waist, and onto her thighs. He gently caressed her thighs through her skirt, then grasped the hem of her skirt and tried to lift it. He couldn't help but want Ying Huanhuan to expose her breasts, and also her lower body. Qing Ye had never seen her exposed from this angle while sitting next to Ying Huanhuan before, so how could he let it go now?
As Qing Ye pulled the skirt up, Ying Huanhuan sensed his movements and clamped her thighs together tightly. The skirt was trapped between her legs, preventing Qing Ye from easily pulling it up. Although there was a slight resistance, Qing Ye applied a little force and the skirt was slowly lifted. Ying Huanhuan's tender thighs alone couldn't hold the already silky skirt tightly.
Qing Ye slowly pulled Ying Huanhuan's skirt up, and he shifted his gaze from her chest to her lower body. Seeing her snow-white thighs becoming increasingly exposed, Qing Ye's eyes lit up with lust. With his efforts, the skirt was finally completely pulled out from between her legs, and now a hint of a pale blue hue, distinct from the red, could be seen. Qing Ye believed that if he pulled it up a little more, he would see what he wanted to see, and he did just that, the pale blue in his eyes gradually growing.
Just as the corners of Qing Ye's mouth curved slightly, a delicate hand reached out, grasped the skirt, and pushed it down. The pale blue in his eyes was once again obscured, and the smile froze. He knew without hesitation who had done this. Although he couldn't see what he wanted to see, Qing Ye remained unmoved. Since she didn't agree, there was nothing he could do. He couldn't force her. After all, there would be plenty of opportunities in the future.
Since he wasn't allowed to lift her skirt, Qing Ye could only loosen the hem of her skirt and slid his fingers along her thighs again, returning to Ying Huanhuan's waist and reaching the top edge of her skirt. After waiting a moment, and seeing Ying Huanhuan didn't try to stop him, he slipped his fingers through the gap between her skin and the skirt edge, finally reaching the inside of the skirt. However, he wasn't satisfied with just entering the skirt. With a flick of his finger, he opened a slit in the top of her panties. Just as he was about to penetrate again, the hand that had previously prevented him from lifting the skirt moved again. Halfway through his fingers, the hand that had touched the black grass gripped tightly, preventing him from moving any further.
Being stopped twice made Qing Ye a little annoyed, but he didn't know what Ying Huanhuan was trying to do. He could only raise his head, pausing his hand's movements and looking at the shy Ying Huanhuan with confusion.
When Ying Huanhuan saw Qing Ye looking at her again, she thought of him now cupping her breast with one hand, two fingers nipping at her sensitive nipple, and one hand already slithering up her skirt, poised to touch her most innocuous spot. Her face flushed again, and she turned her head away from him. Then, feeling Qing Ye's movements cease and the pleasure subside, she relaxed and released her hand from covering her mouth. She whispered, "Don't reach inside."
Hearing Ying Huanhuan's words, Qing Ye still felt a little regretful. He had originally thought that without Ying Huanhuan's resistance, the potion would have worked. He thought Ying Huanhuan would quickly submit after some teasing, and then he could have his way with her. However, he hadn't expected Ying Huanhuan to still resist. While this was a bit beyond his plan, it was still basically within his grasp.
Furthermore, Ying Huanhuan's shyness suited his taste even better. He still felt a little bad that he couldn't reach her private parts right away. His hand was clearly halfway in, so close to success. If only he had been a little quicker, he would have succeeded. Even with this in mind, for the sake of future events, he slowly withdrew his hand from Ying Huanhuan's panties.
"Huh..." Seeing Qing Ye's hand trying to withdraw from her panties, Ying Huanhuan immediately released his grip, letting him remove it. Qing Ye's hand was completely out of her panties. Feeling her panties pressed against her lower body again, Ying Huanhuan breathed a sigh of relief. If Qing Ye hadn't removed his hand, but had been more assertive and continued to push it down, she wouldn't have been able to resist.
After Qing Ye's playful attempts, Ying Huanhuan felt completely limp, unable to muster much resistance. Fortunately, Qing Ye still pulled his hand out. If she had recovered from the pleasure a second later, Qing Ye's hand would have been covering her vagina without restraint, wantonly playing with her already wet private parts. It would have been very pleasurable, I suppose. However, Ying Huanhuan didn't want Qing Ye touching her lower body right away.
"Hmm..." However, before Ying Huanhuan could think more, her face turned red again, and a burst of pleasure interrupted her train of thought. A finger was touching her vagina through her panties. Ying Huanhuan's body arched forward slightly. Although there was a layer of cloth between them, a lot of pleasure was still transmitted to her mind, making her make a sound. As a result, she had to retract the hand that had blocked Qing Ye's movements twice and cover her mouth with it. Moreover, after Qing Ye touched her panties, she thought that he would definitely find out that her panties were soaked, and she felt more ashamed in her heart.
"Hehe." Feeling the dampness of the fabric against his fingertips, Qing Ye's face lit up with a wicked grin. The unhappiness he'd felt at Ying Huanhuan's interference was completely forgotten. Although Qing Ye had been certain before he touched her, the result still made him feel somewhat delighted. He had made the girl he loved wet, and while she was awake. He thought back to when he'd first touched Ying Huanhuan's dry vagina. He quickly moved closer to her and whispered in her ear with a hint of pride, "Huanhuan, not only are you hard up there, you're wet down there too." He then scraped his fingertips against her panties again.
"Hmm..." Feeling the pleasure emanating from her lower body and hearing the words beside her, Ying Huanhuan blushed and turned her head to the right. She had already begun to wet herself after Qing Ye had unbuttoned her shirt and fondled her sensitive areas through her underwear. After Qing Ye's playful play, she had already released an untold amount of vaginal fluid, which was also a source of shame for her. She had never imagined that one day her body would become so sensitive to another man's touch. Just a touch and a rub of her breasts through her underwear had her wet.
Although Ying Huanhuan didn't respond, it didn't matter. Seeing Ying Huanhuan's constant shyness during his play was a joy for Qing Ye, and it also served as a form of invisible encouragement. Given this encouragement, Qing Ye naturally wanted to reciprocate, and that reward, of course, was to make Ying Huanhuan even more comfortable. So, Qing Ye continued his movements, his right hand, which had been paused, moving again, continuing to knead her breasts and teasing her nipples, while his left hand kept scratching Ying Huanhuan's vagina through her panties.
Ying Huanhuan also let out a "mmmmm" sound at Qing Ye's actions. Her upper body, not to mention being directly toyed with by Qing Ye, was also manipulated into various shapes by his hands. Because of its softness, Qing Ye's manipulation was much easier. Her lower body was already soaked from the stimulation. She had been waiting for so long, it had been itching unbearably. Now, with the arrival of the customer, she could finally release her patience and enjoy the pleasure, but her legs were still instinctively clamped tightly together.