even though she was mentally prepared for certain things, song qincheng's body still stiffened uncontrollably.
the room started to become messy.
she tried her best to take the lead, but when the boat reached the end of the bridge, she could only become a pool of soft water for others to manipulate.
men and women could never be evenly matched in this kind of matter.
the slipknot at the bottom of her denim shirt was unfastened, and yu tingchuan's hand, which was wearing a watch, was already under her nightgown. the cold strap of the watch pressed against her skin, and he could tell that song qincheng was nervous. his warm breath blew into her ear."you're not wearing a BRA?"
song qincheng's body went limp, but her mind was exceptionally clear. hearing yu tingchuan's voice, she closed her eyes and didn't answer. but sometimes, silence was the best fermentation drug for fun.
