Watching Yang Ruotong's enchanting appearance, Lin Kuang's heart skipped a beat. The memory of what he had seen in the bathroom that day flashed through his mind, and his hand instinctively squeezed the soft fullness of her chest.
In that instant, a great shudder ran through Yang Ruotong's delicate body. Her charming face flushed crimson, and her beautiful eyes glared fiercely at Lin Kuang. But beneath the shyness, there seemed to be no blame in her gaze.
Lin Kuang snapped back to his senses, his expression filled with awkwardness. "Um, uh, Ruotong, you take little Xinxin for now. I'll go upstairs to treat Ruoxi," he stammered, turning and hurrying upstairs before he could embarrass himself further.
