His warm palm moved along her calf, gradually kneading upwards, and as it reached her knee, the pad of his index finger softly circled her kneecap.
Then, with a gentle pause in the circular motion, his hand slipped further up.
His actions gradually shifted from proper massage and kneading to an ambiguous caress.
The warm touch beneath his fingers carried a slight tingle, like an electric current spreading throughout her body in an instant, like a flower blooming.
She forcefully suppressed the unusual emotion that suddenly surged in her heart, Zhang Qi parted her red lips, and earnestly warned him, "If you don't behave, don't blame me if I accidentally kick Little Yisen."
"Munni, you're so heartless. If Little Yisen gets hurt, who will satisfy you?"
His soft, magnetic voice seemed to be entwined with countless threads, carrying indescribable ambiguity.
