Yan Sijue's gaze seemed to lick over her face, making her blush uncontrollably.
He chuckled softly, lowered his head, and covered her lips, murmuring, "Don't be afraid..."
The shy yet expectant look on her face moved him deeply!
Clothes were shed one by one... skin-to-skin intimacy... the increasingly hot temperature... she felt as if she'd lost her mind, like a leaf drifting at his pace.
But just as the last step approached, the man suddenly paused.
It was as if he remembered something suddenly, gritting his teeth in extreme frustration!
Mu Yiliang opened her eyes secretly and couldn't help but ask, seeing his expression, "What's wrong?"
"I forgot something..." He brushed his forehead, looking like he wanted to kill himself.
Mu Yiliang thought for a moment and understood...
"Uh... I don't have any at home..." A single woman like her certainly wouldn't have such things at home.
In just a second, he made up his mind and picked up the phone to dial.
