So she just listened intently to that one sentence, and for the rest, she was staring at his face.
And sitting in his lap, taking advantage of him.
Cheng Zhirang pulled her hand out of his shirt for the third time, looking at her helplessly and sighing.
"Stop it. Aren't you feeling upset in your heart?"
"But Brother Cheng has abs, ya know."
"...He has abs, so what?"
"So I want to touch them."
Cheng Zhirang held his forehead, matched her innocent and clean eyes, and after a two-second silence, he still gave in.
So a simple discussion on feelings became ultimately...
Cheng Zhirang leaned against the sofa with a face full of endurance, frowning and letting Mu Qiu pull open his shirt and teasingly run her hand over his lower abdomen.
Truly a beauty being humiliated.
Mu Qiu tried to keep a straight face, but her continuous swallowing betrayed her.
