"Ah, you can’t!"

Song Ruoyun’s delicate body jolted.

The scorching big hand on the mango made her nerves tingle with pleasure and quickly spread to the surrounding skin.

It was like tasting a spoonful of honey.

But the embarrassment in her heart made her feel ashamed and disgraceful.

She quickly grabbed my hand to stop me from moving.

"Song Jie, that’s not fair of you."

I felt a bit resentful.

Song Ruoyun also knew that it wasn’t right to go back on her words like that.

But she wasn’t mentally prepared.

She just changed the topic: "Well, Zhang Yang, my stomach is still aching. Can you rub it for me first?"

I replied somewhat reluctantly: "I can, but you at least have to give me an explanation."

Without further embarrassing her, my hand smoothly slid down to her stomach.

And gently started to massage.

"Zhang Yang, you don’t understand, I have a lot going on in my heart."

Song Ruoyun just leaned into my embrace, letting me rub her stomach.

A look of intoxication flashed across her face.

But she didn’t want me to see it, so she quickly turned her head to the side.

"Song Jie, you don’t have any blood relations with Xiaotao, so what’s complicated?"

Unlike Xue Meiyu and Jiang Ting.

Now holding Song Ruoyun, I really didn’t feel a bit of guilt.

"But nominally, I’m still Xiaotao’s stepmom. If people find out..."

"Don’t worry, it’s just between you and me, it definitely won’t be exposed."

As I rubbed her stomach, I lightly increased the pressure.

Song Ruoyun only felt a warm, tender sensation blooming slowly on her stomach.

Still, she bit her teeth hard, not wanting to make any sound.

"What about Xiaotao, what would Xiaotao think if she knew?"

Song Ruoyun clutched the bed sheet with her little hand, her heartbeat growing intense.

Because she could clearly feel my hand’s touch extending wider.

Even many times, it reached the lower edge of her mango.

"Do you believe Xiaotao even supports me sleeping with you!"

"How could that be, how could Xiaotao support something like this?"

"If you don’t believe it, then wait for Xiaotao to come back, I’ll ask her face to face."

My hand gradually moved to her lower back, and soon fell to the plump hips.

Song Ruoyun trembled: "Zhang Yang, aren’t you supposed to be rubbing my stomach?"

"There are several points above your hips that can relieve stomach pain."

I wasn’t lying.

With my skilled technique, the look of pain on her face was long gone.

Song Ruoyun also truly felt comfortable.

But her heart raced: "Well, about asking her, let’s not, it’s too embarrassing."

"Alright, you say not to ask then I won’t. But does your stomach still hurt?"

"Much better, your techniques are really good, thank you."

Song Ruoyun was sincerely grateful.

"Just saying thank you with words isn’t enough, there should be some actual action."

With a mischievous smile, I pulled her neckline.

The loose neckline was quickly tugged below the mango.

The lace bra wrapped around the two mangoes appeared before my eyes.

The tender upper half glistened under the light.

Accompanied by a stronger elegant body fragrance.

"Ah, how can you pull down my clothes?"

Song Ruoyun instinctively covered up.

"Song Jie, last time at the cinema I didn’t get to see them, is it not okay for me to see them now?"

Though I’ve touched them, I really haven’t seen them with my own eyes.

Moreover, their shape is quite alluring.

"Zhang Yang, can’t you stop, my heart is so troubled."

"But Song Jie, didn’t you send Xiaotao away to be alone with me?"

My words seemed to strike right at her thoughts.

She instantly blushed: "No, it’s almost dinner time, that’s why I asked her to prepare."

"No need to explain, it’s two hours until dinner time, can you call that soon?"

Seeing her expression increasingly confirmed my suspicion.

Without waiting for her consent, I unhooked her bra.

The two mangoes gently appeared in sight.

Soft! Sticky! Tender!

With an elegant rounded shape, they captured my eyes entirely...