"Huanhuan, you look really beautiful tonight. I really like it," Qing Ye lowered his head and whispered softly in Ying Huanhuan's ear. Lin Dong found this somewhat amusing, as he noticed Ying Huanhuan's eyes rolled up in a dismissive expression after Qing Ye whispered these words. However, the dismissive expression quickly disappeared, and her cheeks flushed again. It seemed Qing Ye had already begun to move.
Lin Dong glanced at Ying Huanhuan's lower body, noticing no sign of her skirt being pulled up. Then he looked at Qing Ye's waist. He could see Qing Ye's left elbow extended beyond his back, his forearm bent across his chest. This meant Qing Ye was probably grasping Ying Huanhuan's breast with his left hand. After the events of the past few nights, Lin Dong had expertly unbuttoned his pants and grasped his large cock. He knew that once Qing Ye and the others started, he would begin too, otherwise it would be troublesome if he tried to do it twice.
After hugging for a moment, Qing Ye released Ying Huanhuan and stepped back slightly, creating more space for himself. Ying Huanhuan then appeared before Lin Dong, her left hand cupping Ying Huanhuan's right breast, confirming his earlier assumption. Lin Dong watched the hand massaging his wife's breasts as he slowly began to stroke his cock.
Qing Ye's left hand rubbed the softness in his hand, and his right hand left Ying Huanhuan's waist and touched Ying Huanhuan's left shoulder, then carefully pinched the bow formed by the front and back shoulder straps on the shoulder, and with just a light pull, the butterfly dissipated and returned to its original shape, turning back into two shoulder straps, and then fell down one after the other. Qing Ye's hand dealt with the butterfly and came to Ying Huanhuan's arm.
He touched the flower on one side, and his fingers reached into the flower, and found a small button connected inside. He unbuttoned it with his fingers, and the beautiful little red flower withered without the support of the shoulder and arm, and fell on Ying Huanhuan's waist. As the clothes on the shoulders fell off, Ying Huanhuan's shoulders and part of the skin below were exposed, and even the light pink undergarment underneath and half of the snow-white breasts wrapped inside were exposed. If the right side was not supported, the defense on the left would have collapsed further, but it was obviously still That wasn't the end of it. After finishing the job on the right side, Qing Ye's right hand moved to Ying Huanhuan's right side, and similarly finished off the butterflies and flowers on Ying Huanhuan's right breast.
However, because a hand was gripping the softness of Ying Huanhuan's right breast, the right shirt still stuck to her body. But it was obvious that the hand wouldn't stay there forever. After finishing both sides, the hand temporarily released the beauty it held. Without this last bit of support, the right shirt began to fall, dragging the left shirt along with it, falling to its owner's waist, revealing a small section of her slender waist. At this point, apart from the soft flesh wrapped in the undergarment, most of Ying Huanhuan's upper body was exposed. However, the undergarment only covered the lower half of her breast, leaving the upper part exposed to Qing Ye. Throughout the entire process, Ying Huanhuan simply blushed, lowered her head, and turned away, not even attempting to stop him.
"Huanhuan, you're wearing this kind of underwear!" Qing Ye waited until Ying Huanhuan's upper body was fully exposed before taking a closer look. He was a bit surprised when he saw the tiny piece of underwear. Then, with a sly grin, he said to Ying Huanhuan, "Huanhuan, are you dressed up just to go out with me tonight?"
"No!" Ying Huanhuan naturally denied it.
"Hehe," Qing Ye didn't care about Ying Huanhuan's answer. He already felt that Ying Huanhuan had feelings for him, that he had grown attached to her over time. It was just that Ying Huanhuan didn't answer him directly because she was shy. Since Ying Huanhuan was so shy, Qing Ye didn't intend to embarrass her. He treated her as his woman. All he needed to do now was make her feel comfortable and submit even more to him.
Lin Dong saw that the evil smile on Qing Ye's mouth gradually turned lewd, and Qing Ye's hands bent again. He did not take off Ying Huanhuan's underwear, but directly grabbed his pair of snow-white breasts. Ying Huanhuan's snow-white breasts could not bear the weight and slowly deformed in Qing Ye's hands. However, Lin Dong saw different situations on both sides. Because Qing Ye's left hand was grabbing the upper part of Ying Huanhuan's right snow-white breast, Ying Huanhuan's right snow-white breast just slowly swallowed the fingers on the upper part, letting them sink into the soft breast flesh.
But the left breast was different, because Qing Ye's right hand was at the lower part of the snow-white breast, gripping from both sides to the inside, wrapping the lower half of Ying Huanhuan's snow-white breast. The undergarment also began to deform, revealing a pink blush within. As Qing Ye's grip increased, the deformation became even more severe, and Ying Huanhuan's snow-white breasts began to tilt upwards. The slightly hardened nipples peeked out, pointing directly at Qing Ye in front of him, as if greeting him. As Qing Ye's grip loosened, the undergarment slowly returned to its original shape, and the blush that had been revealed was hidden again. When Qing Ye's hands loosened, Ying Huanhuan's breasts returned to their original shape, though the slightly red fingerprints on them betrayed their recent fate.
Lin Dong looked at the slightly red mark on Ying Huanhuan's chest and licked his lips. He also saw Qing Ye's hand reach out to Ying Huanhuan again. Just when he thought Qing Ye would continue to play with Ying Huanhuan's snow-white breasts, he saw Qing Ye's hand slowly straighten from its bent position and reach towards Ying Huanhuan's lower body. Then Lin Dong saw the corners of Qing Ye's mouth slightly raise, and heard him say with a sly grin, "Hey, Huanhuan, let me see what kind of underwear you're wearing first. You wear it so well on top, so the bottom shouldn't be much worse, right? I hope it's a surprise!"
After Qing Ye finished speaking, Later, his hand had already reached the hem of Ying Huanhuan's skirt. Qing Ye's index finger and thumb gently pinched the front of her skirt, and then he began to slowly lift his hand, slowly lifting Ying Huanhuan's skirt. Originally, the front of the skirt was just above her thighs, but now, with Qing Ye's gentle pull, Lin Dong could see a hint of light pink between Ying Huanhuan's legs. As Qing Ye's hand lifted higher and higher, the light pink became more and more visible. However, Lin Dong noticed that Qing Ye didn't keep looking down at Ying Huanhuan's lower body, but instead looked teasingly at Ying Huanhuan's face, which turned away shyly.
"Wow, Huanhuan, you're wearing such revealing underwear! Hehe, seriously, Huanhuan, are you wearing this just because you're going out with me?" Qing Ye finally lifted Ying Huanhuan's skirt to her waist. Lin Dong saw him looking down, but his expression immediately changed to a hint of surprise. Then, after a few seconds, it settled into a look of 'as expected'. Lin Dong knew that Qing Ye had probably guessed that Ying Huanhuan's lower body must be wearing something revealing, but he hadn't expected her to wear something so revealing, hence his slight surprise.
"No way!" Ying Huanhuan blushed and denied Qing Ye's words again.
"Hehe." Qing Ye simply smirked at Ying Huanhuan's response. While Ying Huanhuan wasn't lying, and indeed she wasn't dressed that way because she was with Qing Ye, but because Lin Dong had asked her to, in Qing Ye's eyes, Ying Huanhuan was simply covering up, being shy, like someone whose crush had discovered their affections and who, hampered by inner shyness, flatly denied it.
However, Qing Ye didn't continue. Instead, he stared at Ying Huanhuan's lower body in silence. Lin Dong observed, unsure of what he was thinking. After a while, he circled around to Ying Huanhuan's back. When he lifted her skirt from behind and saw what lay behind her, his eyes flushed, and his face flushed slightly, as if he were remembering something exciting. Lin Dong understood this: Qing Ye was checking what he had allowed those men to see of Ying Huanhuan today. After learning what those men had seen of her, Qing Ye simply pondered, and the corners of his mouth curled up, becoming even more excited.