C212 Twisted love

Not long after, Chen Yan reached her hand into my collar.

This June season, I wear a thin short sleeve. If he were to stretch his arm inside, there wouldn't be any obstructions, and he would just go in.

"Mom, take a look. Hur Hur. Mom, let's see how much meat my family has and how fat we have!"

Chen Yan's hand fidgeted around my chest, touching, and even reaching under my armpits