"Tang Si." Song Yi reached out, prying open his hand that was wrapped around her waist, got up from him, and stared at him. Her bright and radiant face showed no emotion, her eyebrows and eyes were clear and elegant: "Take it off."
Her tone was cold and indifferent, yet left no room for argument.
If Tang Si didn't take off that shirt today, she would definitely get angry.
Tang Si's eyes were deep, watching her for a while, he pursed his thin lips and let out a gentle sigh.
There was an indescribable helplessness in his eyes, but in the end, he nodded lightly. If she wanted to see, then let her see.
Fine, he could be transparent to her, satisfying her every request.
The man's fingers were distinct and methodical, he lowered his head unhurriedly, using his long, slender, and attractive fingertips to unbutton his shirt.
His tall stature, the graceful line of his back, his actions were leisurely, unbuttoning one by one.
