Xia Siyu was on the phone, his paw stealthily climbing up her waistline. Her waist was very slender, firm from long-term exercise. He had tested it last night, finding that a dancer's waist really is different; the flexibility of her body was quite pleasing, easily performing various difficult movements without struggle.
Initially, he was just gently caressing her, like a feather drifting across. Xia Siyu continued her phone conversation, too lazy to bother with him. But then that big hand started to play like it was kneading putty, she frowned slightly, a bit unhappy, even her responses to Qin Baizhou were delayed by half a beat.
It took Qin Baizhou calling out a couple of times, "Siyu, Siyu?"
Only then did she turn her head back and continue the previous topic, "The materials I've seen before were all film and literature works; I've rarely seen firsthand materials. This trip should give me the chance to encounter some things ordinary people don't get to see."