She was wearing a white, floral-print long dress today, which gave Shen Fanyun the perfect opportunity. Otherwise, if she were in jeans or sportswear, would he have had such an easy time? He certainly wouldn't have been able to get them off so quickly and cleanly.
"Right here? Is this okay?" Shen Fanyun asked.
Lin Meiqing was silent, neither agreeing nor refusing.
"I'm starting now, okay?" Shen Fanyun's gentle voice echoed in her ear once more.
Lin Meiqing found herself panting as Shen Fanyun's hands began to roam. He lifted her long dress. A sudden coolness, followed by the heat of his large hands, made Lin Meiqing subconsciously arch her perfectly curved hips.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Her phone suddenly rang.
"Shit!" Shen Fanyun cursed aloud. Why did something always have to go wrong at the most crucial moment? "Who the hell is calling at this hour?"
