Lin Nuan's voice was as pure as orchids, and her hot breath had already become messed up. Even though she tried not to let her face press against Fu Huai'an's peach-colored skin, the scalding temperature of his body was so hot it made her blush.
Her fingers couldn't reach the casual home clothes behind Fu Huai'an, so she looked up at his deep gaze with a hint of a smile…
Lin Nuan bit her lower lip and straightened her body, feeling like it was no fun anymore.
"Hand me the clothes. My arms are short and can't reach them. Hand me those, and I'll help you put them on…" Lin Nuan held back the flushing sensation and said in a decent manner to Fu Huai'an.
Fu Huai'an was unmoved. "Take them yourself!"
His dry voice was a little raspy…
