Song Chuyi swept a glance at the ointment and nodded. He undid his suit, pulled his shirt out from his pants, raised his shirt and said while panting slightly, "Help me apply it; I have no strength."
When Changqing saw his beautiful abs, her hand shuddered disappointingly.
She always thought from novels and dramas that women were the ones who were alluring when drunk, but it turned out that a man, when drunk, could also reveal… such a weak and delicate side.
This kind of Song Chuyi was too in need of a woman's care.
Changqing took a deep and long breath. Her little universe was about to explode.
She applied a bit of the ointment on his chest.
His skin was smooth and also hot, making her fingers tremble from the heat.
Song Chuyi's chest rose and fell together with her rubbing. Changqing only felt his breathing getting heavier the more she rubbed.
