"Don't open it, in case you catch a cold," Zhao Xuehan said hastily.
So, Lin Tian became silent.
On the bed, Zhao Xuehan's itching grew more and more intense, with her small hand constantly scratching and rubbing between her legs.
As time went on, Zhao Xuehan had fully entered the state; her cute face was flushed, her eyes laden with intense spring emotions, her gaze dazed and confused.
And from her throat came soft moans; she wanted to hold back, but she couldn't resist.
She knew that Lin Tian was sleeping on the floor, in the same room with her, but she just couldn't control herself!
"Xuehan, what on earth is wrong with you?" Lin Tian feigned ignorance with a sly smile and asked.
"It's nothing, I'm really fine…" she said breathlessly, stopping the movement of her fingers.
But it wasn't long before her fingertips began to move again.
Zhao Xuehan truly wished for something to fiercely satisfy her itch.
Suddenly, Zhao Xuehan felt a chill all over her body.