Soft, But a Little Small

"Stay still!"

Lin Wanwan yelled trying to get up. Ms. Yu heard her voice and flashed the torchlight at her. "Lin Wanwan, who are you talking to?"

Lin Wanwan sank her body in shock. Now, Lu Zhanbei's face was completely buried under her chests.

The position was so erotic that her body was trembling uncontrollably.

"No… nothing. I was in a phone call!"

"Oh. I see."

Ms. Yu couldn't have imagined a model student like Lin Wanwan hiding a man under her sheets. She went on about the performance.

Lin Wanwan was running out of patience. She cut her off, "Leave it to me!"

"Ok."

Ms. Yu continued to tell her about the precautions to take as an emcee.

"…" Lin Wanwan wanted to neck herself. Please! Just leave!

It wasn't easy for Lu Zhanbei either.

Lin Wanwan's smooth skin was the only thing he could see, and her alluring scent was the only thing he could smell.