Sheng Jianan unconsciously curved his lips; Tang Yanqi was truly captivating, and the more he looked, the more beautiful she seemed.
His gaze moved down her profile, following her slender neck, her fair skin, and suddenly, Sheng Jianan's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, feeling a bit dry in the throat.
As a normal man, Sheng Jianan naturally knew what this feeling was. Originally, stripping Tang Yanqi of her clothes was partly because her clothes were ruined, and partly because he was being mischievous, curious to see what reaction this usually composed woman would have the next morning.
But now, Young Master Sheng felt like he had dug a hole for himself; before he could tease Tang Yanqi, he was already tormenting himself.
To make matters worse, as if unaware, she snuggled closer to his side, blocking Sheng Jianan's breath in his chest. Damn, this woman is doing it on purpose.
