"I like to put my hand here."
Ye Tian joked, causing Xu Youya to blush shyly.
She should have been angry, but right now a strange sense of relief surged in her heart.
The two danced gracefully, drawing closer and tighter to each other.
Inhaling the seductive, mature scent emanating from Xu Youya's body, and deeply attracted by her bright eyes, Ye Tian's heart was slightly in turmoil.
Xu Youya's figure was graceful, dressed in a little black lace number, her long legs wrapped in black stockings, swaying with the movement of her waist, exuding the wildness of youth and a unique temptation.
Her hair cascaded down, thick as a waterfall, a light toss sending the fragrance all around.
When Xu Youya's hair brushed against Ye Tian's face, that itchy feeling in his heart became even more rampant.
Xu Youya gazed at Ye Tian with deep affection, her eyes filled with admiration and gratitude.
