Fu Sinian sat down directly.
As soon as he sat down, his brows furrowed.
The cake was stuck all over his body. This feeling was simply too uncomfortable!
Shi Qian unbuttoned his shirt. The cream of the cake was on his chest. She could barely tell which was his skin and which was the cream.
Fu Sinian was really too fair. The description of Xue Ruoliang could not be more appropriate for him.
Fortunately, her skin was good too. Otherwise, she would have been jealous.
Fu Sinian realized that Shi Qian was staring at him. He was covered in cream, and her gaze was like a greedy cat.
Suddenly, she leaned toward him.
Her soft lips were on his body.
She curled them gently and licked the cream from his body.
Fu Sinian was speechless.
His breath was caught in his throat. He suddenly cupped Shi Qian's small face and pulled away from her.
"It's hot." Shi Qian pursed her lips.
Fu Sinian's mind buzzed and collapsed.
