"Jiang Yixiu, what are you doing?"
As the words left her mouth, Mu Qingxin realized that her voice was tinged with a tremor, making it unclear whether she was expecting or rejecting.
For a normal man who hadn't been with a woman for a long time, even a trace of temptation could stir up a massive wave.
Besides, to Jiang Yixiu, Mu Qingxin was inherently a toxic allure, hard to dissolve.
He panted behind her, "...Your skin is still so nice. Actually, I've always wanted to ask you, how do you maintain it? Why do I feel that your skin is better than other women's, not just your skin, but your beautiful eyes, nose, and lips."
"It's like your looks were deliberately shaped according to my tastes—"
"Jiang Yixiu, stop it!" The woman was so helpless she was about to cry.
"Stop what!" He spun her around forcefully, his chest pressed against her back.
