"...are you saying my breasts have actually gotten smaller?" She was quite sensitive about this question.
He Jingyao's breathing deepened, and his gaze turned fiery.
He slowly untied her belt and opened her coat, then slid his hand inside her sweater.
"That tickles..." Zhixi murmured in dissatisfaction, instinctively reaching out to push him.
The man's Adam's apple bobbed, catching her flailing hand, "Let me check, and we'll know whether they've gotten bigger or smaller, okay?"
His voice was almost a whisper.
Zhixi paused for a moment, her expression confused.
After a long while, she hesitantly nodded, "Okay then..."
He Jingyao chuckled hoarsely and leaned over her, looking down at her from above.
Her cheeks were flushed even more, and layers of mist gathered in her eyes, resembling a sweet, tempting dessert.
It had been too long, so long since he had seen her like this that those intimate moments had blurred in his memory.
