This woman only had him?
Mu Yazhe was quite surprised.
He thought she had married or even had another man.
Thus, the man pinched her face while harboring a bit of mischief. It was extraordinarily smooth and supple to the touch, as if it were free of any cosmetics.
"Come; I'll teach you."
He clutched her hand and moved it toward his collar. His long fingers held hers upright and hooked them on his bowtie. He carefully guided her. "Untie it."
Untie it…
Yun Shishi's eyes went vacant, just like a soulless doll. As if she were possessed by a demon, she tugged at his exquisite bowtie.
"Untie."
She inhaled a deep chilling breath and gulped. She placed her hands on his chest and, taking her sweet time, she clumsily undid the buttons of his shirt.
Dissatisfied with her slow movement, he bit her lower lip in punishment.
She only lowered her flushed face. Her fingers, as fair as jade, undid his buttons one by one.
