"Xiaoyu, why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
Sun Linlin asked groggily before a hand reached out and grabbed one of her breasts, kneading it.
Lin Xiaoyu's scalp exploded in bursts of sensation.
Behind Lin Xiaoyu, Song Tian was embracing her waist but didn't dare to move.
Cursing his luck, he thought, what if Sun Linlin caught them? What should they do?
But it seemed there was no need to do anything too drastic.
After all, Sun Linlin had once caught him red-handed as he fondled Lin Xiaoyu, his hands roaming over her panties.
Apart from giving him the cold shoulder, there hadn't been much of a consequence.
Fortunately, Sun Linlin was still drunk, only asking Lin Xiaoyu a question before turning over and falling into a deep sleep again.
Lin Xiaoyu and Song Tian both let out a long sigh of relief.
Immediately after, Lin Xiaoyu felt a slight dampness and warmth on her back—it was Song Tian kissing her beautiful back again.