The woman in his arms, as she spoke, let large tears roll down from her eyes and drip onto the back of Fu Sichen's hand.
The warm touch stimulated Fu Sichen's nerves, and the woman rubbed against his neatly ironed white shirt, "This scent is so pleasant, I want it too."
Jiang Mian reached out to unbutton Fu Sichen's shirt.
One.
Two.
Three.
Until the last one was unbuttoned, the man's shirt opened, revealing well-defined Adonis belts, and with heavy breathing, his chest rose and fell slightly. As Jiang Mian reached out, intending to move forward, her hand was caught by Fu Sichen.
His voice was low and deep, as he leaned against the back of the sofa, looking down at the woman beneath him, "Jiang Mian, playing with fire will get you burned."
Jiang Mian looked innocent, her dark, shiny eyes blinked, "Where's the fire?"
"I'm tired, wuu, hold me to take a bath and go to bed!"
Jiang Mian clung to Fu Sichen like a koala, with no intention of letting go.
