As he stroked, his large hand couldn't help but slowly glide along her curves, moving with pressure from his fingertips that made her face turn red.
His hand roamed over the half-circle and hesitated at the edge of her underwear. At this moment, he slightly lowered his head to glance at Jian Anning. Her face was as radiant as peach blossoms, her lips slightly bitten out of shyness, with a few cute teeth marks imprinted on her full, moist lower lip, like blooming rose petals.
Jian Anning's beauty was of a delicate and gentle nature. At first glance, it wasn't very striking, but upon closer inspection, one would find every part of her body seemed as if it were carefully carved from jade, round and clear, moving people's hearts. Especially when she noticed Yu Zexiao's gaze upon her, her eyes were moist and glistening as if holding a piece of candy, her full cherry lips slightly parted, whispering out a few trembling words: "Zexiao, don't..."
