"Who just made a noise? You're the one making noise."
That comment breached her defenses, bringing to mind some rather inappropriate images.
"Alright, stop wriggling. Otherwise, if there's an accidental discharge, it'll be your full responsibility."
At his words, she really did stop struggling and became quiet.
Sun Dasheng lowered his head, resting his chin on her delicate shoulder and gently inhaling the serene fragrance wafting from her swan-like neck.
"Stop moving, your beard is pricking me."
Sun Dasheng was unmoved, leaning in once more to take a deep breath. "You smell so good! How can you smell this nice?"
That comment left Xie Moyao at a loss. How could he say such a thing in broad daylight? She was so flustered that her body instantly softened.
Sun Dasheng could naturally feel it as her back pressed fully against his chest. His hand wandered downwards, moving to a perky spot and giving it a gentle squeeze.
