"Okay," Yin Ji agreed.
The large white tiger began to run forward swiftly, but his white tail remained wrapped around Jiang Zheyu's waist, showing no intention of letting go.
Jiang Zheyu sat on the large white tiger's back, feeling a draft beneath her grass skirt. With every bound the tiger took, a gust of wind blew past.
She was sitting directly on his fluffy back with nothing in between.
The sensation was incredibly awkward and shameful.
And as the great tiger ran, the firm muscles of his back seemed to ripple with the rhythm of his gait.
Jiang Zheyu felt a wave of heat spreading through her legs. She didn't know if it was because the big tiger's skin was naturally warm, or if it was from the blush burning on her own face.
This was just too embarrassing.
While Jiang Zheyu was burning with embarrassment, Yin Ji's nosebleed, far from stopping, was getting even worse because of the female's delicate skin pressed against his back.
