Song Yu's eyes darted inadvertently to his muscular back. She knew the extent of the handsomeness that lay beneath his shirt, and the thing she most wanted to do then was to rip it off.
She shook her head and felt her face turn hot. She had turned into a genuine rascal – a female one – and the only reason for that was because she was always around Qi Chengzhi.
Her legs had a mind of their own, and, soon enough, she was standing behind him.
She leaned against him gently while he was busy cooking, and wrapped her arms around his stomach. She lowered her hands slightly so that they were neither too close nor too distant from his private part; she did not touch it directly, but neither did she move away from it. Upon feeling it growing noticeably, she flicked it naughtily.
'Who told him to be the one causing trouble all the time?'
