"Sister Shuyu, just sit on my lap to eat, the chair is cold," Tang Song said earnestly.
A flash of panic appeared in Xie Shuyu's eyes, but she quickly resumed her usual composed demeanor.
With a stern face, she said, "Stop fooling around, Song."
As she spoke, she tried to get up from his lap.
But Tang Song refused to let go.
Instead, he moved back a little, making her sit even more snugly on his lap.
The distance between their breaths suddenly shortened.
Feeling his hot, sturdy body.
Xie Shuyu's body completely stiffened, and she whispered, "This isn't right... How can I eat like this? Let me go."
"Then shall I feed you by hand?"
"You...!"
Tang Song chuckled, lowered his head, and his warm lips landed on her smooth, slender neck.
The most sensitive spot was attacked.
Xie Shuyu let out a soft moan, her skin erupting in goosebumps.
"!!!"
Tang Song's hand smoothly slipped under the hem of her silk blouse, his palm resting on her slender, warm waist.
