She wrapped her two slender legs around the man's waist. Her hand embraced his neck from behind, and she buried her head in the spot beside his neck. He was not sweating at all, but she had begun perspiring all over.
The scent of the shampoo on his body mixed with the odor of male hormones were wafting into her nostrils and invading her olfactory senses!
The man's voice was sonorous and hoarse with a bit of magnetic sense. He remarked, "Xiaodai, you're not more than 100 pounds, I suppose? With this physique of yours, you're no different from a woman…"
Su Qingcheng's face flushed red when she heard him.
His seemingly regretful tone caused this ignorant young girl who had been mingling amid various kinds of hormonal tough guys every day to feel a strange tremor in her heart.
She had not fallen in love before. In her secluded past life, she had not communicated with any men other than her brothers at home.
