An Yuying playfully hit Luo Yang; it was just her being coquettish and she didn't use any force, almost like light tapping.
When Luo Yang sat on the sofa and let An Yuying sit on his lap, she seemed to realize something and suddenly became shy.
As An Yuying continuously tried to shift her hips, Luo Yang knew she had felt something.
"Sister An, don't move, listen to me," Luo Yang urged.
He tightly embraced her slender waist.
An Yuying wanted to move her hips away, but she needed Luo Yang to let go; otherwise, she didn't have enough strength to break free from his hold.
She swayed from side to side a few times, but still remained sitting on Luo Yang's lap.
She was fine when still, but her movements naturally interacted with Luo Yang, and oh boy, with each rub, it provoked the arousal of a certain robust area.
"You're going to wet my pants. I want to get down," An Yuying lightly furrowed her eyebrows.
"Sister An, listen to me first," Luo Yang lightly pecked her lips.
