Why does this man have the habit of undressing when he's drunk?
Li Qiao squinted as he took off his shirt and forcefully dressed her in it, even meticulously fastening every button for her.
Although the night in early autumn was cold, it wasn't... necessary to go this far.
Li Qiao looked at herself, her appearance utterly ridiculous, then after a moment, turned her head and asked, "Satisfied?"
The man leaned lazily on the couch, elbow on the back of the chair, fingertips supporting his forehead, gazing at Li Qiao with eyes as deep as the sea, "Hmm, feeling hot?"
What kind of bewildering statement was that?
How was she supposed to respond?
Hot or not hot?
Li Qiao was at a loss for words, gazing intently at Shang Yu, attempting to guess his intentions.
At that moment, the man leaned forward, gradually closing the distance between them, lifted her chin, and continued to ask with a hint of seduction in his tone, "Babe, feeling hot?"
Li Qiao's heart skipped a beat.
