Pah-chin Tokyo Revengers นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I shook my head, biting my lip to keep quiet. He smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes, before returning his attention to my breasts. My hands roamed his back, feeling the play of muscles beneath his shirt. I tugged at the fabric, suddenly desperate to feel his skin against mine. He set me down gently, allowing me to pull his shirt over his head. I drank in the sight of him, all lean muscle and tanned skin. A scar curved along his ribs, and I traced it with my finger, wondering at its story.