Lin Nuan was wearing a sleeveless top underneath. As she had just showered, she wasn't wearing a brassiere. Fu Huai'an almost lost his mind when he realized.
"Why are you not wearing a…" Fu Huai'an started in a mellow and luscious tone, and his voice was slightly hoarse. He didn't finish saying the word 'brassiere'; his Adam's apple was moving distinctly.
Lin Nuan was too shy to look at Fu Huai'an in the eye. She reached out her hand in a bid to loosen his grip on her but instead, she clutched at his cold, hard watch.
Fu Huai'an gazed at Lin Nuan's coy expression. He couldn't help himself and gripped her soft hands. Lin Nuan went weak at the knees, letting out a soft moan, biting her lips which were flushed from Fu Huai'an's kisses.
Lin Nuan's delicate fragrance merging with the scent of her body wash acted like an aphrodisiac for him, and Fu Huai'an wanted to plunge right in.
