"Sister Nian Nian, are those flowers embroidered on your pants?"
Curious, Zuo Xiaoduo reached over and touched them. "Such fine work."
He touched them again. "So pretty."
And so, quite naturally, his hand came to rest on Zuo Xiaonian's thigh.
Zuo Xiaonian forced herself to hold back again. Let's see just how far you'll go today, you little Doggo.
Her heart pounded, but she gritted her teeth.
Doggo, you'd better not go too far today.
But Zuo Xiaoduo felt he had already made a major breakthrough. He behaved himself for a few minutes, then began sliding his hand down again...
"Sister Nian Nian, these pants are so smooth. What material are they made of? Are these all flowers over here? Let me feel... So smooth... Good material. They must be really comfortable to wear, right?"
Zuo Xiaoduo's heart was practically leaping out of his mouth too. His mouth and tongue were dry, yet he still pretended to be earnestly studying Zuo Xiaonian's pants.
One hand stroked slowly, savoring that infinitely wonderful touch, his soul drifting and floating... These legs are so long... If she took these off...
Zuo Xiaonian held back.
But...
The next moment.
"Damn mosquito! How dare you bite my Nian Nian Cat!"
Seeing that Zuo Xiaonian had not reacted at all, Zuo Xiaoduo took it as tacit consent and thought his scheme had worked. Then, cursing a mosquito aloud, he actually launched a lightning-fast sneak attack on Zuo Xiaonian's ample chest...
Bam!
Zuo Xiaoduo went flying and landed in a miserable heap on the floor. Dazed and disoriented, he said pitifully, "There really was a mosquito... There really was..."
With an icy expression, Zuo Xiaonian walked over and picked Zuo Xiaoduo right up.
"Come on, into your pagoda. I want to spar with you!"
"After we spar,