"You start a fire but don't want to put it out yourself, is there such a good deal?"
Shi Yu's voice was deep and husky, as if a low pressure had enveloped the entire room.
"I didn't start the fire..."
A voice soft and gentle, just right.
Shi Yu's eyes narrowed dangerously, he spoke heavily: "If you didn't start it, are you saying I did?"
"It was you who started it..."
Miss Shen's greatest skill is being gentle, sexy, capable of acting coy, and cutesy...
Such a woman is a fatal temptation for any man.
Shi Yu's Adam's apple moved, his eyes were already a fiery red, but he was desperately restraining the desire surging in his blood.
Feeling his body temperature rising, Shen Cheng hurriedly avoided his sensitive spot, trying to retract her hands from around his waist.
But the moment her hands loosened slightly, Shi Yu's large palm covered hers, stopping her movement and not allowing her to withdraw her hands.
