Zhou Peiwei's hand hovered in mid-air, somewhat afraid he would suddenly reach into her neckline, but after a good while, Shen Yuan made no superfluous moves, simply spreading the lotion slowly across her chest.
Yet because of this, not only did her chest feel ticklish and numb, but the essence had also flowed into her pajamas, causing a sticky discomfort.
"Shen Yuan, are you done yet..." Zhou Peiwei couldn't help urging him.
"Don't rush, it definitely needs to be spread evenly, so that the skin can fully absorb it." Shen Yuan, like a massage therapist, rubbed in circles across her chest, subtly expanding the area of the massage.
Until his palms frequently "accidentally" brushed against the raised parts, Zhou Peiwei squirmed and said, "Shen Yuan, can we stop now?" A bedroom, to a woman, is the most private place, especially when a man and a woman are alone together. Zhou Peiwei felt that the atmosphere was strange.