Feng Yueya subconsciously clutched at the front of her robe, trying not to let him have his way.
Seeing his brows slightly raise, she embarrassingly let go of her futile resistance and let her hands drop.
A hint of amusement flashed in Yun Shangyuan's eyes as his slender fingers nimbly and slowly untied her sash, then gradually peeled off her clothes.
During this process, Feng Yueya's head had drooped to her chest, her ears reddening.
Although they had been intimate a few times already, she was still extremely embarrassed.
Her outer dress was stripped away, followed by the white undergarment.
Yun Shangyuan's movements became even slower, giving Feng Yueya a sensation of being tormented.
His hands lightly tugged at her clothing, letting it slip down bit by bit; as her pale neck and round shoulders were exposed, his pupils abruptly contracted, and his breathing grew heavier.
With her head bowed, Feng Yueya did not notice his reaction; she felt so ashamed she wanted to die.
