The moist, slippery touch made Zhang Ye's heart involuntarily leap violently a few more times.
However, the fierce battle that had just taken place had already drained his energy, so in the end, he could only resentfully grab a handful of Ai Bing's buttocks, which felt as soft as cotton.
"Ah!"
"What are you doing!"
The woman, no longer her usual aloof self, had perspiration on her forehead, and her seemingly fierce eyes were filled with a mix of satisfaction and shyness.
Ai Bing reached out to grab the large hand that was continuously moving on her butt and glared at him again.
But her tone of voice was somewhat pleading.
"Alright, stop fidgeting."
"I can't take it anymore."
Zhang Ye then confidently ceased his movements but asked the question that had been on his mind, "You haven't told me yet, what were you three doing in this room?"
As he spoke, his gaze moved down to the woman's plump, firm legs.
"You didn't use to wear stockings, did you?"
"Why suddenly..."