[Warning: Lots of dirty talk and... cough. Don't read if it bothers you!]
His hands flew up to his belt buckle, which he quickly undid. He slid his belt off through the loops and tossed it aside, eyes still roaming over her body hungrily as he did. He carefully stepped out of his black dress pants (which she had bought for him) and then folded them and set them down on the chair.
Apparently, Mo Qingchen liked wearing boxers and he looked damn good in them. The ones that he was wearing at that particular moment were black and just tight enough.
"Ball is in your court, Qian Meng," he said softly, eyes fixated on her breasts once again.
Silly Mo Qingchen. Did he really think that she was about to just strip down naked in front of him? She didn't care about her bran and panties. It covered more than her bikinis.
He had seen her goodies for free a few times, but never together. That was a novelty he still had to earn.
