"Ah, you can't!"
Song Ruoyun's delicate body jolted.
The scorching big hand on the mango made her nerves tingle with pleasure and quickly spread to the surrounding skin.
It was like tasting a spoonful of honey.
But the embarrassment in her heart made her feel ashamed and disgraceful.
She quickly grabbed my hand to stop me from moving.
"Song Jie, that's not fair of you."
I felt a bit resentful.
Song Ruoyun also knew that it wasn't right to go back on her words like that.
But she wasn't mentally prepared.
She just changed the topic: "Well, Zhang Yang, my stomach is still aching. Can you rub it for me first?"
I replied somewhat reluctantly: "I can, but you at least have to give me an explanation."
Without further embarrassing her, my hand smoothly slid down to her stomach.
And gently started to massage.
"Zhang Yang, you don't understand, I have a lot going on in my heart."
Song Ruoyun just leaned into my embrace, letting me rub her stomach.
