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The next day, a girl sitting behind Meng Xin asked for leave, and Yao Gang deliberately sat in that empty seat. During the nap, he copied her and wrote words on Meng Xin's back. Meng Xin then realized that being stroked by a boy with his fingers was a strange feeling of soreness and numbness. She kept shivering secretly, and couldn't concentrate at all. She could hardly guess a single word. At this point, He Ying interrupted and asked, "What was your reaction at that time?" "I... I..." Meng Xin blushed and lowered her head and said, "I closed my eyes..." "Then what?" He Ying asked. Meng Xin shook her head. He Ying pressed her again, and she said in a mosquito-like voice, "Wet..." He Ying lovingly held her in his arms. This little Meng Xin not only had a similar body shape to her, but also had the same sensitivity as her. She would have a hard time in the future. Yao Gang wrote slowly, and Meng Xin could never guess. In fact, she was not guessing at all. Later, Yao Gang wrote a row of English words, and Meng Xin suddenly had a clear mind and recognized them. She turned around and said to Yao Gang: "I Love You!" "Me too." Yao Gang said. Meng Xin knew that he had been fooled. His face was hot, and he buried his head back to his desk, letting Yao Gang write more and more without paying any attention to him. Yao Gang wrote and wrote but didn't get any response from her. He was a little disappointed and wanted to explain to her. He stretched out his palm and patted her waist. She was unmoved. He patted her armpit again, but she still ignored him while trying to hold back her laughter. Yao Gang suddenly had an idea and scratched the place where her armpit and breast met with his fingers. Sure enough, she shrugged and laughed secretly. Yao Gang scratched harder and further forward, but felt something different on his hand. He curiously touched it with his backhand and immediately knew that he had violated Meng Xin's body. His hand stopped there. He wanted to pretend to scratch as if nothing had happened, but he also wanted to retract it. He didn't know what to do for a moment. Meng Xin was still lying on the table. He didn't know if he was angry or not. It was so great to touch the soft flesh with his hand. Before his brain could make a decision, his left hand announced that it was independent of the central government's command and began to press slowly on Meng Xin's **. He was actually just touching the side of Meng Xin at this time. Meng Xin didn't show any rejection. He pressed for a while, his fingers were flexing and stretching, and he wanted to move forward a little more, but his hand was only so long, and he struggled hard. "Did he touch it later?" He Ying was so into the play that he couldn't help asking. "Later... Later..." Meng Xin hid his face on He Ying's shoulder: "I moved my body to the left..." He Ying thought: "Useless little girl..." Meng Xin was actually very comfortable being touched by Yao Gang. Seeing that his fingers were so anxious, he slightly turned sideways, allowing him to hold the whole ** smoothly. Yao Gang, no matter how dumb he was, knew that Meng Xin was not angry, so he gently pinched and touched it. The classmates were all having lunch break, and no one noticed this erotic affair. Yao Gang just happily touched it until the end of the nap. Later, Yao Gang and Meng Xin would often stay in the classroom after class, after all the classmates had gone home, to talk, hold hands, and kiss. During the nap, Yao Gang would often suggest Meng Xin to change seats, and Meng Xin would usually agree, shyly enjoying Yao Gang's special service. During the lunch break a few days before the winter vacation, Yao Gang, in addition to caressing her as usual, took advantage of the cover of Meng Xin's coat and boldly unbuttoned the middle button of Meng Xin's shirt, and inserted his index and middle fingers to play with Meng Xin's nipples.
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