Yi Juncheng, You're Contributing To Research
Editor: Henyee Translations
Suddenly, Yi Juncheng froze and panted. "Yangyang, what are you doing?"
Sheng Yang was fearless and expressionless. "Nothing. I just want to feel the important components of the human body's connective tissues."
In short, Yi Juncheng should just endure it. He was contributing to research.
Yi Juncheng was speechless.
There it was again, this deadly intangible seduction of hers. She was able to make it sound so grand. What else could he do?
Yi Juncheng tucked his fingers into his ink-black hair and smiled helplessly. "How did the research go?"
"Yes… not a trace of fat. Just right. It feels good, as smooth as satin. And your V-line is good too." Her hands were roaming, and she could make out that there were one, two, three, four… Suddenly, she paused. Her expression was subtle as if she'd discovered a new continent. "Oh? And musculus serratus anterior."