Feng Yi was almost infuriated to death by this woman—he's not capable?
"I'm not sick," Feng Yi said with a dark expression.
"If you're not sick, why don't you... sleep with me?"
Manman stated confidently, without blushing or skipping a beat, as if not sleeping with her was Feng Yi's fault.
Feng Yi shook his head with a silent chuckle but said nothing.
Manman stepped forward and simply straddled Feng Yi's lap. Wearing only a shirt, her smooth legs were completely exposed, and a few buttons at the neckline were undone, teasing her alluring chest.
"Am I not seductive enough?"
Manman's nail-polished fingers slipped into someone's shirt.
Feng Yi's delicate Adam's apple slightly moved, and he raised his hand to grab Manman's restless hand, his expression unreadable: "I don't just sleep with any woman."
Manman glared at Feng Yi, bent down, and bit his shoulder hard, only letting go after about twenty seconds: "I'm not just any woman either. My first time is still intact, you know."
