However, what surprised Li Chuan a bit was that the scolding he imagined didn't come.
Song Hanzhang still had her chin resting on his shoulder, her gaze fixed on Li Chuan's phone screen, her lotus-like arm just casually draped over his shoulder, looking completely nonchalant, as if Li Chuan hadn't touched her at all just now!
By not saying anything, wasn't that tacit approval?
Li Chuan recalled that he could use the "Lingxi Mutual Sensitivity Technique," and boldly slid his hand once again under her lace nightgown.
Smooth, tender, and silky—was this what they called legs worth years of admiration?
The electric shock-like feeling made Li Chuan's whole body break out in goosebumps!
It wasn't just Li Chuan.
Li Chuan could feel that wherever his hand brushed, Song Hanzhang's leg would involuntarily tense up.
From his angle, he could see that Song Hanzhang wasn't wearing a bra, but he wondered if she had panties on…
