Mu Hui tugged at her rope and looked down at Fu Siye.
The angle was not bad. Whether it was a mannequin or not, the feeling was first-class, and he was extremely good-looking.
Fu Siye had a bad personality, but he had a good appearance. His facial features were as perfect as a sculpture, and his cold and distant temperament made him look like an aristocrat from an ancient palace.
Mu Hui's hand lingered on his facial features. She then moved her hand down his perfectly proportioned body. The movement of her fingers made Fu Siye's expression become more and more vicious.
"Are you playing with fire?"
He was a little dissatisfied with her overly calm performance. He wanted to stand up and suppress her. However, he did not expect to be kissed by Mu Hui.
"You're just a dummy, and you want to control me in bed? I'll do everything..."
