After the kiss, Ou Mingxuan's eyes were as bright as the Arctic star overhead, and his expression was shy and bashful, like a young girl who had just been teased.
Qin Mengying, having never seen Ou Mingxuan like this, felt a thrill of discovering a new world, and a smile danced in her indifferent eyes, "Inside the room?"
Ou Mingxuan didn't immediately grasp her meaning: "...?"
Qin Mengying: "Or right here?"
Ou Mingxuan: "...!!!"
Inside the room.
The tie was pulled apart, followed by the buttons of his shirt.
Ou Mingxuan's hands were suspended at his sides, wanting to stop her movements, yet unable to move, obeying his inner desires.
A heavenly struggle was waging in his mind.
One voice was shouting, no! no way! Stop this now!
Another, louder voice was roaring, oh, my wife is so cool! Quick! Rip off my clothes! Knock me over! Have at me! Don't stop!
The sound of the belt's metal buckle finally woke him up to his senses.
