Yan Qingqing's body tensed slightly, her tender yet firm legs pressing tightly together. She bit her lip and cast her eyes downward, not daring to make a sound, yet her delicate frame trembled slightly. When she stole a glance at Song Tian, her look was a mix of shock and coquettish charm.
On the other side, Yan Jiaming, whose lush waist was being fondled by Song Tian, felt waves of restlessness from the young man's fiery touch. Discomfort spread all over her body, and she deeply regreted buying those tight jeans now.
Fortunately, she still held a few bags in her hands. Yan Jiaming discreetly placed them on her lap, and while the others weren't paying attention, she quietly unfastened the button of her jeans and pulled down the zipper.
Song Tian had been caressing her waist, but suddenly he felt her jeans loosen at the waist, and his hand slipped right in, able to touch her buttocks.