Gu Qingcheng's cheeks burned, her face flushed like a ripe peach.
Upon hearing Huo Sicheng's words, embarrassment overcame her. She couldn't meet his intense gaze and buried her face in his arms.
"I don't want to."
"You don't want to?" Huo Sicheng's voice turned hoarse and soft. "Do you want me to take it off or not? You need to make it clear."
Gu Qingcheng rubbed her head against Huo Sicheng's chest.
"Hubby, please..."
"Don't want it? I told you it's too late." Huo Sicheng struggled to restrain his desire for Gu Qingcheng. "Should I take it off for you?"
For a moment, Gu Qingcheng was torn between intense attraction and uncertainty about whether Huo Sicheng was just teasing her. Her head spun, and she felt like she was floating on a cloud, yearning to lose herself in his magnetic embrace.
