The moment Yang Ze's hands touched Lin Meilin's proud breasts, both their bodies trembled in response. Even in his dazed state, Yang Ze's figure froze, unable to take further action. Whereas Lin Meilin suppressed the discomfort in her heart as she tightly bit her lips.
She had lost count of how many times she almost lost control of her strength. If not for her suppressing her strength completely and preventing her body from any sudden movements, the entire city of Yuyang would have turned to dust along with the figure of Yang Ze.
It took her entire willpower to suppress her urge to simply pat him to death and walk out of this room.
In her tens of thousands of years of life, when had she let someone else touch and knead her breasts this way?
