Zhan Qipei pursed his thin lips, the softness in the palm of his hand making him somewhat reluctant to move it away.
If it hadn't been for him pressing down, he would not have seen that scene and might have truly been unable to suppress his urges.
Qiao Jing saw that Zhan Qipei was still unwilling to move his hand away, so she slapped away the man's hand and with her other hand, pressed down on the swimsuit, saying coldly:
"Turn around."
It seemed that this wretched man really intended to keep pressing down on her swimsuit indefinitely, as he had just now shown no intention of removing his hand at all.
After hearing Qiao Jing's words, Zhan Qipei immediately turned around, but the image of what had just happened kept replaying in his mind, the sensation of softness lingering in his palm.
He tightly pursed his lips, managing to temporarily chase those images out of his mind with some effort.
