The man's calloused, icy fingers reached for the skin on her chest, nearly triggering a shiver from her, but Wen Yi didn't even pause as she immediately backed away, finally gathering her clothes about her.
Mo Shichen looked down at her from above, his handsome face showing no sign of emotion, the only movement a subtle stirring in his dark eyes.
He withdrew his hand with composed ease, his expression remaining a mix of indifference and mockery.
But her expression when she first opened her eyes suddenly flashed through his mind,
Probably still not fully awake, her eyes seemed dazed, a dazed look that brought forth complex and intense emotions.
That was closer to—
The look a woman gave her own husband.
"Didn't you want to buy duck?" his cold, scornful chuckle sounded overhead, "Why are you shrinking back like a little virgin? You're not, are you?"
Wen Yi raised her eyes to look at him, "What, you can't get it up?"
Mo Shichen, "..."
