Luo Yang quickly sat up, propping one leg over the other, finally covering the restless part of himself.
But the Lin Sisters had already seen it.
They were still giggling, and Luo Yang was quite embarrassed.
Lin Xijia, although not sitting on the edge of the bed, was standing to Luo Yang's right.
So Luo Yang grabbed Lin Xijia's hand with his right, pulling her over while extending his right foot to slide between her legs.
As Lin Xijia approached, Luo Yang bent his right knee, then swayed left and right, bumping against her legs.
Thus unsteady, Lin Xijia sat down, landing squarely on top of Luo Yang's right thigh.
Luo Yang's right hand hooked around Lin Xijia's slender waist, grinning broadly.
Lin Xijia's cheeks flushed, her shy gaze and the rosy tint blended with her quivering red lips, making her even more irresistibly delicate.
Lin Xixin stood up, ready to swing her little fists at Luo Yang.
This was exactly what Luo Yang had hoped for.
