Song Tian's groin was fiercely clamped by those tender feet, his face twitching as he barely held back a moan.
Hu Xiuyue said, "It's nothing, the wind caught me on the way back, and my face feels a bit burnt, but it'll be fine soon!"
"Mm, drink more water, Song, you should eat some veggies!"
"Alright, alright, alright!"
Song Tian obediently ate, but beneath the table, those tender feet played with his manhood, making every bite tasteless.
And there, with an innocent, well-behaved face, was Li Na sitting beside him, reaching over to serve him more food, her neckline dipping, revealing two delicate, softly jiggling mounds.
This little minx wasn't even wearing a camisole.
Hu Xiuyue kept her head down, eating without daring to look up.
Yet, waves of heat were radiating from her feet, and with a gentle rub, feeling the strength pulsing beneath, she felt a special sense of achievement.