"Deng deng deng..."
Hearing the sound of someone continuously descending the stairs without a pause, Nalan Yiren snorted coldly, feeling frustrated. Anger mixed with a hint of irritation filled her sharp eyes.
For some reason, even though she appeared furious, a wave of indescribable emotion surged in her heart. Feeling the soreness and strange sensation at her collar, she involuntarily raised her hand and, imitating Chen Mo's earlier actions, began to build a snowman.
Nalan Yiren frowned slightly, wondering why she didn't feel anything. When that bastard touched her just now, her body went limp, a tingling numbness spreading through her.
She sat down in front of the dressing table and began to unbutton her collar. After ensuring that no one was watching, she pulled down her collar. Without a dudou to cover it, her slightly ample chest was white with a hint of red, as if someone had ravaged it without any regard.
