Tang Yan effortlessly lay down next to Jin Mo, and she turned to look at him. A pair of delicate, boneless hands slipped under the blanket, slowly gliding down and then finding Tang Yan's firm abs.
"Wow!" Jin Mo exclaimed. The sensation was amazing; she could even feel the contours, so different from her own soft belly.
The usually sober Jin Mo would never do such a thing, it was only when she was drunk that she would do things she wouldn't normally even think about.
Jin Mo reeked of alcohol, and Tang Yan didn't feel comfortable letting her bathe alone, but the thought of him helping her wash was sensually overwhelming just to think about.
He feared he wouldn't be able to control himself.
Jin Mo playfully pinched his waist, enjoying the elasticity under her fingers, and a smug smile spread across her lips.
To Tang Yan, Jin Mo now looked like a female hoodlum, flirtatious yet oblivious to it.
"Jin Mo, I've warned you before not to touch my waist!"
