"So…" Li Beinian's hands were around his neck and she gently stroked his cheek before slowly moving down to his chest. She whispered, "Be gentle."
Words that were as light as a breeze brushed past his heart, causing it to beat faster.
Mu Xichen clearly noticed that her hands were moving down.
Her soft and delicate arms unbuttoned his shirt and slowly descended from his neckline…
Breathing rapidly, Mu Xichen grabbed her hands and stopped her movements.
His black eyes were as deep as a black hole and looked even darker in the bright light.
"What are you trying to do?"
Mu Xichen stared at her with an indecipherable expression.
From the start, he had been this expressionless.
There was no joy, anger, or sadness on his face.
However, she could vaguely feel his forbearance and repression.
He was restraining himself.
Li Beinian didn't know if she was right. This man was always hard to figure out.
