Zhang Ye did not dare breathe. His hands were still by her chest, and his leg was still on her hips.
Rao Aimin smacked her lips, “What are you doing?”
Zhang Ye did not know how to answer, so he did not speak.
“Don’t go around touching and sleep.” Rao Aimin reprimanded with a sentence.
Zhang Ye’s body had been tightened, awaiting the fury of the landlady, but he never expected those words. What did it mean? Why didn’t you beat me up? Why were you so calm?
Rao Aimin turned around, and her back faced him. The towel on her body slipped even more. Now her entire smooth back was revealed. She carried on sleeping.
When she rolled over, Zhang Ye’s hand had also slid off from her body, and fell onto her waist.
Zhang Ye’s heart was beating, but he was also emboldened. This time, he began touching on purpose. He was moving his palm on the landlady’s waist!
Flesh!
The feeling was really good!