Ye Yiheng released her chin and slowly moved her hand toward his own body.
At this moment, Leng Yu Yan felt she was going to lose her mind.
When he really was about to let her see, she chickened out.
Her heart within her chest had never throbbed so violently, beating so fast that even her eardrums trembled, as if her ribs were about to break at any moment.
Ye Yiheng tightly grasped her hand and moved it to the waistband of his trousers.
As soon as her hand touched the buckle of his belt, Leng Yu Yan's hand began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Do you want to undo it, or shall I?"
His face was pridefully cold, and the voice he spoke with was utterly unfluctuating.
"I'm not undoing it."
Leng Yu Yan tried to pull her hand back but couldn't break free.
"How about we undo it together?"
His eyes, slightly upturned, sparkled with teasing, while his defined hand slowly began to unfasten his waistband holding her hand.
