After Jin Tuantuan left, Xia Xue couldn't help but lean into Zhang Yang's embrace.
Her slender little hands began to act restlessly.
These old houses nearby had long been abandoned, so Zhang Yang didn't worry about being discovered.
It was rare to see his cousin being so proactive, Zhang Yang couldn't hold back either and immediately lifted Xia Xue.
He originally wanted to find a comfortable and soft place, but this old house had nothing inside except the hay gathered last night.
But if she stripped off and lay on it, with Xia Xue's tender skin, who knows how many cuts she'd get? Zhang Yang would surely feel heartache.
Xia Xue noticed Zhang Yang's dilemma, and blushing, she said to him, "It's okay not to lie down, we can do it standing up today."
Hearing Xia Xue say this, Zhang Yang became even more excited.
He embraced Xia Xue's slender waist and slightly lowered his head to kiss her tender, red lips.
The soft and fragrant sensation was extremely pleasant.
