Unexpectedly, Song Yi didn't push his wandering hands away this time.
Just letting him do whatever he wanted.
Tang Si slightly raised an eyebrow.
Looking at Song Yi, his eyes slowly fill with a deep amusement.
He checked with one hand.
His hands had calluses, and when he touched her, Song Yi felt her whole body shiver.
Especially since the man was so close at the moment, the scent of his hormones was overwhelming.
He checked with a serious expression, examining every inch seriously.
Song Yi exhaled deeply.
He noticed the woman's action, lifted his eyes, and watched as she smiled slowly: "What? Nervous?"
He asked earnestly and sincerely, without any indication of intending to do something else.
This restrained behavior was unlike Tang Si at all.
He was bent over like that, wearing a bathrobe, seen from Song Yi's perspective.
Everything inside was vaguely visible.
At such close distance, it seemed one could feel the warmth and heat radiating from the man.
