C651 The Final Trump Card

Cradling Shan Hongyan's exquisitely perfect form, Lin Yun's heart fluttered uncontrollably. He could feel the soft press of her chest against his arm, an intimate contact that was hard to ignore.

And there they were, in the full view of an audience. Even for someone as unflappable as Lin Yun, it was a bit much.

"Ahem, could you... maybe let go of me?" Lin Yun chuckled awkwardly