"Captain Shan, you have such a slender waist."
Jiang Zheyu spoke with an innocent air, but her slender fingers slowly began to trace his abs through his clothes.
'Not as slender as yours.'
The words suddenly echoed in Shan Xun's mind, but he didn't say them out loud.
The female's fingers felt like a flame searing his skin.
Shan Xun recalled holding her, his arm resting on Jiang Zheyu's slender waist. It was so narrow, it felt as if he could snap it with a single hand.
'Her waist is definitely more slender.'
"A waist like this isn't a waist; it's a deadly scimitar," Jiang Zheyu murmured, poking at Shan Xun's rock-hard abs. "So, Captain Shan, want to be my Beast Husband?"
Jiang Zheyu noticed that no matter how bold she was, Shan Xun didn't push her away. This emboldened her to voice her true intentions.
