No matter what, let him take a bit of advantage. Today, she must confirm whether he is Leng Zirui or not.
Biting down hard, Xu Xia raised her fingers to pinch the buttons of his shirt.
Feeling nervous, her fingers were exceptionally clumsy. Such a simple thing was so hard to accomplish, only tugging his clothes back and forth.
Her hair had a faint fragrance, fingers inadvertently brushed his chest, almost like an electric shock, making Leng Zirui's breathing distinctly heavier, his kiss landing beside her ear.
Xu Xia, endure, endure, don't treat him as a person, just regard him as a cat, a dog.
Yes, just pretend you're being licked by a dog!
Xu Xia was silently cheering herself on, gritting her teeth, forcefully undoing his buttons.
One by one... another one...
By this time, Leng Zirui's kiss had already moved to her neck.
