She still hadn't forgotten about it.
Mo Shiqian looked down at her with a husky, helpless voice, "Do you want me that much?"
"Just pretend I do."
He stood there, not moving.
Chi Huan also stood up from the sofa.
The two faced each other, one dark and silent, the other's stubbornness written in her eyes.
About ten seconds later, her fingers reached for his shirt, touching the buttons of his shirt.
Before she could unbutton it, her hand was grasped by the man.
His husky voice called out her name softly, "Huanhuan, stop it."
She smiled faintly, "Why do I remember, when you undress me, you also like to tell me to stop it?"
When he undressed her against her wishes—he would say in a raspy, indulgent voice, stop it.
Mo Shiqian, "..."
Chi Huan braced her hands against his chest and pushed hard, pushing the man back onto the sofa, not giving him the chance or time to get up. She knelt on one knee beside his legs on the sofa, and then braced her other hand on the back of his sofa.
