*This Yang Hui is so naughty. Why are his hands roaming all over? But I can't bring myself to hate him.*
*Oh dear, I'll have to change my underwear when I get home today.*
Huang Lingyu's mind raced with these stray thoughts as she swayed.
Smack!
She let out a small cry, her face flushing crimson. He had just slapped her on the rear, leaving a tingling numbness.
"Hurry up."
"Oh."
*That wicked Yang Hui... I really can't take this much longer.*
*Forget it. Whatever. If I can't escape it, I might as well close my eyes and enjoy it. The person whose lap I'm on is a high school classmate, not to mention a classmate of Zheng Lei's...*
As she thought this, her body suddenly trembled like a plantain leaf in the wind, and she slumped against his shoulder.
Yang Hui moved his hand from her backside, picked up a hot towel, and wiped his hands.
"It's a shame you're not a streamer."
