Cute?
Wen Xian couldn't help but scoff softly, "Captain Lu, do you know that 'cute' is worthless in front of 'sexy'?"
As she spoke, she propped herself on the sofa with one hand and hooked her other hand around his neck, her body slightly lifted as she leaned in, her nose tip and lips pressed against his Adam's apple.
With her movement, the strap of her top inadvertently slipped down on one side.
She looked up at him, her long hair cascading down, one round and pale shoulder exposed, her eyes enchantingly fixed on him.
That moment, he lost.
He couldn't resist bowing his head, their noses touching, their warm and lingering breaths intermingling.
His slender fingers ran through the soft hair at the back of her head, his lips parted slightly, offering her all of his tenderness.
The two didn't turn on the lights, and in the darkness, their senses were sharper, more intense.
Just as Wen Xian was getting more aroused, all of a sudden—
"Bang, bang, bang...!"
