His subtle actions towards his girlfriend went unnoticed by those around them, who continued with their activities as usual.

The hand that was secretly indulging itself caressed the girl's tender br3asts for a while, then, as if unsatisfied, began to slide downwards.

The boy's slender, well-defined hand slipped into her athletic shorts, causing her cheeks to flush a sudden red.

Xia Yao dared not make a sound; she bit her lip, watching the woman still enthusiastically grilling, her soft waist slightly sagging, her skin tingling where he touched her.

Zhou Ye's fingertips grazed her leg, moving from the right side of her thigh up to her bvttocks, gently caressing her for a while before suddenly gripping her flesh firmly.

"Mmm..." Xia Yao stifled her voice, goosebumps rising all over her body; his strong male hands exerted a force that brought her a twinge of pain.

She hugged his waist tighter, this unintentional dependence perhaps misinterpreted as an invitation.

The boy's hand, which had been kneading her bvttocks, reached between her legs from behind, his middle finger rubbing her through her panties.

She felt a tingling numbness as her body seemed to be electrified, growing weak.

From the outside, it was impossible to tell what they were doing privately, but she still felt the act was too taboo and could only make a sound to quietly remind him.

"Zhou Ye, don't do this..."

But when she looked up at him, she realized his gaze wasn't even on her.

She had no choice but to remain silent.

Not long ago, Xia Yao had been taken by him from behind, and her body was still sensitive; his fingers seemed coated with something as they rubbed and probed, causing her to start leaking.

Before they had been intimate, he had never touched her like this, but now he was becoming increasingly bold.

Xia Yao was nearly undone by Zhou Ye's touch, her sensitive entrance spasming.

She could even feel his fingertips sliding against her panties, sinking deeper with each movement, her opening sucking at his fingers as if seeking more.

In other words, her body was being aroused by his external manipulations.

When she wanted her boyfriend, her whole body felt off; she had never experienced such sensations before.

Before, when he was kind to her, her heart would silently race, and she felt she really liked him.

But now, not only did her heart itch, her lower body did too, needing him to penetrate her with that part of him to feel better.

Such thoughts were too shameful; just having them seemed wrong, and the other girls in her class probably didn't spend their days thinking about making love to their boyfriends.

She wanted him to do more to her, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.

Zhou Ye's fingers were almost wedged into her slit, pressing against her panties, rubbing her wet entrance with a steady pressure, his eyes still fixed on the woman at the grill.

"It's about time; sprinkle some seasoning on it, and let's head back."

The woman, hearing his voice, looked up just in time to see his Adam's apple move as he spoke, her body trembling involuntarily.

Some men try to mimic a deep, bass-like voice, deliberately adding a gritty texture to their speech.

But his wasn't that kind of forced low tone; this boy had a naturally deep voice, and she could almost feel the resonance in his chest.

She wanted to lie in his arms after they were done, chatting and listening to his low laughter, knowing it would make her blush and her heart race, her waist going weak.

"I actually live next door to you; why don't we exchange contact information? I really appreciate tonight. After we go down the mountain, I'll send you some local specialties from my hometown."

Hearing the woman still trying to get Zhou Ye's contact information, Xia Yao gripped his clothes tighter.

But she was already too overwhelmed by Zhou Ye's touch to be angry; just holding back her breath was exhausting, afraid that any sound she made would be strange.

Zhou Ye's expression didn't change; he looked at the woman for a moment before gently patting Xia Yao's hand on his waist. "Baby, loosen up a bit; I need to find my phone."

"No." Xia Yao's face was bright red, her voice muffled as she buried her face in Zhou Ye's body, her ears a soft pink.

"Don't add this lady."

Her words were sharp, though she didn't realize it herself; the woman next to them took a deep breath, swallowing back the curse that almost escaped.

What started as a flirtatious encounter had turned sour, and she thought bitterly: Just a little girl, wait until your boyfriend sleeps with another woman tonight, then you'll have something to cry about.

She stood up, intending to speak more directly to the boy, but as her view widened, she finally noticed where the boy's hand was.

Under the girl's soft athletic shorts, the shape of his knuckles was visible; his hand was inside her pants, moving back and forth, the action blatantly obvious.

Seeing this, the woman's facial muscles twitched slightly, then she looked at the handsome boy in front of her.

His gaze was partially obscured by the shadow of his bangs, and upon realizing his actions towards his girlfriend had been seen, he glanced at her.

The boy finally stopped, withdrawing his hand from her pants; in the light, she even saw the glistening moisture on his long, attractive fingers.

His fingertips were coated with her arousal.

Just as she had imagined, his low, teasing voice was magnetic.

"Sorry, ma'am."