Deep inside, an intense yearning surged forth.
She longed for this little man's hand to slide further, to touch her in her most intimate place.
This little man was so skilled at pressing; if he were to press there, it would surely feel even more pleasurable.
But reason told her it was forbidden.
Xia Zhi Shan was both her lifesaver and her close friend. Under no circumstances could she have an affair with Xia Zhi Shan's man.
However, the instinctive craving within her couldn't be suppressed and was growing stronger by the moment.
She felt she was about to be driven mad by the torture.
Her patience was nearly at its breaking point.
If this continued, she feared she would really make a mistake.
"Dr. Tang, that's enough, you can't continue pressing," Liew Yan's little hand grabbed Tang Feng's wrist, panting as she spoke.
Her voice carried a different kind of temptation.