In the moment when Xu Lingyue was at a loss for words, Zhou Wang suddenly stood up and leaned close to her.
"Don't tell me it's your first time doing something like this... Seeing you dressed so provocatively, I thought you had already marked your price."
Zhou Wang grinned mischievously, his finger suddenly lifted, brushing across her smooth scented shoulder, step by step reaching the strap at her shoulder and neck.
When Zhou Wang hooked that strap, helplessness, shame, anger, and panic overwhelmed Xu Lingyue. She wanted to resist, but somehow, she couldn't muster any strength.
At this moment, Zhou Wang suddenly stopped, propping his head on his hands as he leaned back on the sofa, his gaze deep.
"Take it off yourself."
Facing Zhou Wang's humiliating command, Xu Lingyue's body trembled.
Her mind was in chaos, her hand instinctively lifted, grabbing the hem of her camisole, her waist's fair skin flashing momentarily.
"See, you understand. Why pretend to be so pure with me?"
