Shen Chi caressed Xu Chaomu's waist, noting that this girl seemed to have really put on quite a bit of weight lately.
But she used to be too skinny; it's better to be a bit plumper, feels nice to the touch.
Shen Chi hugged her for a while, and when she felt hot, she pushed against his chest.
"Shen Chi, aren't you hot?" Xu Chaomu complained.
"Not hot."
"I'm hot, let go."
"Won't let go."
What's there to be hot about? The air conditioning in the car is still on; it's obviously just an excuse.
Helpless, Xu Chaomu could only lie in this man's arms, allowing his strong arms to envelop her.
She remembered that his arm was injured and he had held her for a long time tonight; doesn't it hurt?
But as soon as she thought of him rummaging through her things without her permission, she found him detestable and didn't feel any sympathy.
His hand glided over her waist, gently stroking her smooth, silky black hair.
