"Hmm?"
Ye Nuanxi mimicked the man's habitual tone, a meaningful hum as she softly presses her body against his. In the next moment, her slender fingers delicately crawled up to the buttons of the man's shirt, awkwardly starting to unbutton them...
"Nuannuan, do you know what you are doing?"
"Of course!"
Ye Nuanxi decisively rewarded him with two words, then continued unbuttoning the man's shirt, "Damn it..."
"Nuannuan, what are you doing?!"
Ye Nuanxi: "..."
Good grief, what do you think I'm doing?
Good grief, this guy, always lecherously happy like even a stolen kiss would make him happy for a long time, yet today when she throws herself at him, he feigns innocence asking her what she wants, damn it... damn it...
What kind of international joke is this!
