Xiao Han cautiously moved closer to Liu Xiaolei.
Liu Xiaolei's face was flushed red, and had it not been for the pitch-dark surroundings, she probably wouldn't have had the courage to say such things. As Xiao Han leaned in closer, preparing to grope her, suddenly Liu Xiaolei quickly covered her chest and exclaimed, "What are you doing?"
"Didn't you say I could touch?" Xiao Han quickly responded.
"I did say you could touch, yes, but why are you being so lewd?" Liu Xiaolei, blushing, said shyly, "I only meant for you to touch my hand, not my chest. What are you thinking about all day long?"
"Uh..." Xiao Han was immediately dumbfounded. This... this isn't fair, is it? Who touches a hand? If you let someone touch, wouldn't they naturally go for the chest? Xiao Han quickly added, "Of course, I would think it's the chest. How would I know it's the hand!"
"That's why you're a little rogue!" Liu Xiaolei huffed.