Shen Yu clasped her wrist and put it up again. The tip of her tongue swept the soft flesh on her earlobe, licked it, and continued to ask in a low voice, "where do you like me to touch you",until she felt she was suffocating, she let go of her, grabbed her wrist and guided her down, gasping hoarsely: "Honey." Touch it. ","it's over," Shen said, leaning sideways and pulling a pile of paper towels from the bedside cupboard. "if your hands are sticky, I'll wipe them for you."。