Helian Xiao has his jaw clenched tight and there was a faint stubble over it. When her soft lips touched it, it was slightly hard and prickly.
Shocked, An Feng reeled back and moved back a few steps. Some water spilled accidentally from the cup in her hand
Straight onto his shirt.
An Feng's mind caught up with what had happened and she put down the cup hurriedly, taking out her handkerchief and wiping the man's wet shirt.
"I'm sorry, I was thinking about something just now."
After a few wipes, her wrist was suddenly grabbed and the man's low and husky voice sounded from the top of her head. "Stop wiping, it tickles."
The area that was wet happened to be the sensitive part of the man's chest.
Swallowing, An Feng glanced at his chest. The wet shirt clung to his chest and she could vaguely see the firm and hard outline.
