Qiao Lei's hand was pulled up and placed behind Shen Yuan. Looking at the contours of his broad latissimus dorsi, her body trembled slightly.
Not only that, her pale face had already flushed red, a mix of nervousness and excitement she couldn't quite explain.
"S-Senior, I don't know… How do I do this?"
Qiao Lei was at a loss, so she glanced toward Long Jinghan for help.
"Leilei, first, you need to get rid of some of those unnecessary things,"
Long Jinghan pointed to the most prominent area on her body.
"Huh? Do I really have to…?"
Qiao Lei's mind buzzed, her entire body trembling uncontrollably, an unknown desire pulling her into its vortex, mixed with indescribable nervousness.
They say people release adrenaline when they're highly stimulated, and Qiao Lei felt she was exactly in that state.
"Yes, otherwise, how could you proceed?"
Long Jinghan came up behind Qiao Lei, her soft hands resting over the clasp of her bra. "No worries, I'll help you unfasten it."
"S-Senior…"
