Xia Yuxun rolled her eyes at him, "You didn't sell the best man, did you?"
Leng Sichen didn't reply and just gently held her waist, pulling out the belt adorned with colorful agates and placing it on the headboard, then leaned on his hand leisurely, contemplating the next step.
Xia Yuxun felt uneasy under his gaze. When his long, slender fingers began undoing the buttons on her chest one by one, an intense anticipation built up around her. Her breathing became heavy, heartbeat quickened, and all her muscles tensed up. Unable to bear it any longer, she grabbed his hand in frustration, "You're doing this on purpose!"
This guy, isn't he always quick at undressing? Why's he suddenly being so slow now, torturing her?
"What? Didn't you say not to rip it?" He put on an innocent face.
This darn man only knows how to bully her.
