After speaking, not waiting for Wu Wei's reaction, she had already reached out and gently held Wu Wei's right wrist.
Feng Yushi's cool and soft fingertips brushed against his skin, causing Wu Wei's heart to flutter slightly.
Soon, the fresh-scented, oily hand lotion was squeezed onto the back of his hand.
Feng Yushi's fingertips began to move, carefully spreading the milky cream evenly over the back of his hand, palm, and between his fingers.
Her movements were initially cautious, but quickly became smooth and fluid.
Her fingertips, with a carefulness akin to painting, traced over every inch of his hand's skin, every line, and every protruding knuckle.
The slippery, oily yet soft sensation was amplified by the contact between their skin.
Feng Yushi, with her head lowered, concentrated on their hands, her breathing unconsciously becoming heavier, the blush at her ears quickly spreading.
Wu Wei was somewhat distracted by her meticulous and ambiguous gesture.
