Zhang Ye tried pinching on her clothes.
Rao Aimin’s hand was draped over his wrists. This time she did not move. After a while, she said, “…Just this once.”
“Hey!” Zhang Ye was feeling good.
Rao Aimin gently removed her hand.
With Zhang Ye receiving the imperial edict, he did not hesitate anymore, and rubbed inside her clothes!
Soft!