"When you think about it, remind me." Nan Sichen chuckled lowly.
"When did I ever think about it?" She suddenly remembered when Nan Sichen asked her before dinner if she needed a rest. She indeed thought of certain scenes, and her face flushed red at once.
"Remember now?" He smiled, placing her onto the bed.
Qin Yin watched as he took off his jacket, revealing a silver-grey shirt underneath, clinging to his well-built body, looking aesthetically pleasing.
She suddenly sat up, kneeling on the bed, her fingers trembled slightly as they reached over, slowly unbuttoning Nan Sichen's shirt.
Nan Sichen was slightly startled, his deep eyes seemed to be ignited, flickering with the flames of desire.
It was the first time Yinyin was so proactive, so alluring in undressing him.
