After all, she had never done something like this before, and even Ji Sang was struggling a bit.
The man stood there with his hands raised, slightly resembling a surrendering posture, looking at Ji Sang.
His eyes twinkled with amusement and a hint of seduction.
"Mrs. Fu?"
Ji Sang found it hardest to resist when Fu Yisi looked at her with such a deep, focused gaze, tenderly calling out 'Mrs. Fu'.
Swallowing, her slightly hoarse voice evident, Ji Sang gripped her hand which hung by her side.
She walked slowly forward, stopping just ten centimeters away from Fu Yisi.
Ji Sang did not look up, but raised her hand to grasp the hem of Fu Yisi's clothes.
Trembling slightly.
"...could you... crouch down a bit?"
She was too tall, how could she take off his clothes.
A flicker of amusement crossed Fu Yisi's deep eyes.
"As you wish."
As he said this, he crouched slightly, accommodating Ji Sang's height and consciously raising his hands fully.
