So Lin Shen wrapped both hands around Qin Yuenan's slender waist, then slid them down to playfully knead her firm, round peach-like bottom.
This caused Qin Yuenan's breathing to grow increasingly heavy. A layer of glistening moisture appeared in her half-closed beautiful eyes, yet her gaze remained the same as always—tinged with embarrassment and soft reproach.
"What are you doing?"
"Doing it," Lin Shen chuckled playfully. "Didn't you want to help me relax and unwind? This is exactly it."
"Aren't you tired?"
Qin Yuenan was quite considerate of Lin Shen. She knew he had been driving all day and must be exhausted, perhaps not even in the mood for this kind of intimacy. For that reason, she hadn't brought it up herself.
But Lin Shen clearly didn't share her mindset. He let out a cheeky laugh and teased, "Then how about you take the initiative this time, Nan? Let me just lie back and enjoy?"
"Hmph."
