Xia Xue clearly felt that place getting wetter and wetter, especially as Zhang Yang's hands roamed around, feeling like her panties were about to be completely soaked.
At this moment, Zhang Yang was also extremely excited, listening to the sisters talk about those ambiguous topics, and watching Xia Xue's increasingly apparent reactions, Zhang Yang's heart could no longer restrain the impulse.
He picked up the scissors again—it could have been done by simply taking the panties off, but Zhang Yang wanted to play something thrilling.
Holding the scissors, he wandered over that little hill; to be honest, it looked quite scary, and Xia Xue dared not move, feeling unbearably tense.
Her delicate body was tightly stretched, with her legs inadvertently clamped shut.
This scene was a bit too frightening, a pair of scissors constantly moving over her body.
"Cousin, are you still using your hands?" Xiao Man, noticing Xia Xue's anomaly, asked again.
