"Chen Tianlong, can I be behind you?"
Lin Wushuang was evidently a bit embarrassed, recalling scenes with her best friend. Although she didn't have Lu Xiaoyu's voluptuous figure, she was quite well-endowed too. Rubbing up against Chen Tianlong's chest like this, she feared she might let out some embarrassing sounds.
"Behind, huh? But if you're behind and something unexpected happens, I won't be able to react immediately." Chen Tianlong was speaking the truth.
"Alright, then in front."
Lin Wushuang took a deep breath, worried about accidents too. She mustered the courage to walk to Chen Tianlong's front and hugged him tightly.
However, Lin Wushuang didn't wind her legs around Chen Tianlong's waist like her best friend did; instead, she just held onto his neck, standing on the spot.
"How can I go down like this?"
Chen Tianlong chuckled bitterly, knowing Lin Wushuang wasn't as open as Lu Xiaoyu. Even a high-and-mighty miss had her shy moments.
