Fu Yisi's hand had already moved to Ji Sang's waist.
This French-style long dress had ties at the lower back, making it troublesome to wear and even more troublesome to take off.
The man clearly didn't understand these things well, as he tugged at it haphazardly, not only failing to untie it, but even tightening it.
Ji Sang felt a pain from being squeezed and whimpered softly. Fu Yisi then stopped his movements and instead slowly moved his hands up to the woman's shoulders.
His lips began to descend upon Ji Sang's collarbone, nibbling intermittently. Ji Sang, prickled by Fu Yisi's hair, could only tilt her head back, exposing her entire neck in front of the man.
Fu Yisi slightly tilted his head up, kissing down her neck notch by notch, leaving marks along her neck. Thankfully, only the dimmest light was on, and Ji Sang tried her best to cover her eyes with her hands, not wanting him to see her look like this.
