If Shen Qingqing knew in advance how Jiang Zhixun ate the cake, she definitely wouldn't have given him that piece.
And she certainly wouldn't have let him take it upstairs.
Sticky.
Ambiguous.
Entwined together, the situation was briefly out of control.
Jiang Zhixun covered her, his lips trailing downwards.
Shen Qingqing was pinned in front of the dressing table, with nothing to hold onto, she could only embrace Jiang Zhixun.
"Dirty..."
Jiang Zhixun: "Cleaning it up."
Shen Qingqing was about to cry, is this how he cleans?
Clearly, he's just deliberately teasing!
"Stop messing around..."
"Don't like it?"
The man raised his head to look at her, cream at the corner of his mouth.
Desire dyed his deep eyes, truly like a male seducer.
He was already good-looking, with a figure that was second to none.
At times like this, Shen Qingqing found it very, very difficult to stay rational.
Falling into the vortex he wove.
