Feeling his wife's willingness, Wen Zac couldn't restrain himself any longer. He withdrew slightly, gently pulling Ming Lan up with him, an action that startled her for a moment. To steady herself, she placed her hands firmly against his chiselled chest.
His hand, which had been resting at the small of her back, slowly travelled down to the hem of her short, exposing dress. As he began to lift her dress, Ming Lan, though feeling shy at being so exposed before him, made it easier for him, but the next moment her hands moved to cover her bare chest.
He held her hand and looked at her, "I would rather you use them to undress me."
Ming Lan comprehended his desire. She timidly directed her gaze to the buttons of his shirt, her delicate hands moving deftly to undo them one by one. Wen Zac displayed patience, savouring every moment of her progress. Her shy, blushing countenance as she continued the task was a sight to behold, in between his gaze moving across her ample chest.
