"If you keep this up, I'm going to get angry!"
Lin Tian said with a stern face, then reached under Huang Yingying's skirt, pinching and kneading at her most sensitive spot.
Moreover, Lin Tian used the Eighteen Hands of Intimacy, a technique that could arouse a woman's desires. Consequently, Huang Yingying immediately felt a wave of comfort surge over her like a tide, causing her delicate body to tremble slightly.
"Stop... stop it... we're eating..."
Huang Yingying murmured, her pretty face flush with deep red.
Zhou Xinlan glared at Lin Tian, wanting to say something, but just then Lin Tian's phone rang loudly.
Lin Tian picked up his phone and saw that it was a call from Xia Tiantian.
"Whose call is it?" Zhou Xinlan asked.
Lin Tian said, "It's Xia Tiantian's, she probably needs something."
With that, Lin Tian answered the call and even turned on the speakerphone.
