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Qin Ying saw Song Tian and subconsciously squeezed her legs together.
However, this only made her slender legs, wrapped in the white tight yoga pants, appear even more elongated and beautiful.
"Song, you're back!"
"Yeah, Auntie is doing yoga, let me help you!"
As Song Tian spoke, he walked over. Qin Ying was about to say there was no need, but she then realized Song Tian was actually facing her with his legs straddling hers, his hands resting on her shoulders.
The problem was, his crotch just so happened to be aligned with her face.
Even through the fabric of the pants, she could feel the searing breath of his sizable manhood, as well as the pungent scent that was uniquely male.
Moreover, his trousers were beginning to tent, the peak gradually nearing her lips.
"Song!" Qin Ying couldn't help but let out a trembling moan, reaching up to pull down Song Tian's pants.