For the first time ever, Song Yi didn't push away his wandering hands.
She let him do as he pleased.
Tang Si raised an eyebrow slightly.
Looking at Song Yi, his eyes gradually filled with a strong sense of amusement.
With one hand, he undid her button.
There were calluses on his hands, and the feeling when touching a woman's delicate skin was indescribable.
Song Yi only felt her whole body tremble.
A tingling sensation spread throughout her body.
Especially now that the man was so close, the scent of hormones was overwhelming.
His gaze was seriously inspecting, examining every inch earnestly.
Song Yi exhaled deeply.
He noticed her action, looked up, and saw the woman in front of him slowly curling her lips into a smile: "What? Nervous?"
He asked seriously, with a straight face, without any intention to do anything else.
This well-behaved behavior was not at all like Tang Si.
He leaned over, wearing a bathrobe, looking from Song Yi's perspective.
