"Okay!" Luo Xiaoqian thought for a moment, then climbed up and started to unbutton his shirt.
Leng Zimo placed his hands behind his head and smiled as he watched her.
Feeling his gaze, Luo Xiaoqian's whole body felt hot, "You should close your eyes."
"Alright." He closed his eyes.
Since her memory loss, their intimacy was at most just kissing; this was actually her first time helping him undress.
Even though Leng Zimo had his eyes closed, Luo Xiaoqian was still a bit nervous, and the scenes flashed in her mind inadvertently, making her fingers rather weak.
He... He wouldn't want to act out that part, would he?!
The more nervous she got, the more muddled she became. She finally managed to unbutton one of his buttons, reaching for the next one, but her fingers accidentally brushed against the skin on his chest, leaving a shallow white mark.
Leng Zimo opened his eyes, and she hurriedly apologized.
"Zimo, I'm... I'm sorry!"
