And there she was, seated on the poolside platform, with her head against his bare chest. In this position, the man's fair and muscular chest was right before her eyes; when she opened her eyes, her long lashes could brush against the skin of his chest.
She could even hear the sound of his heartbeat, thump after thump, heavily pounding against her eardrums, making her own heart race and quicken.
Even though she and Mo Shiche had already been together like this, the previous two times hadn't held such an intimate and ambiguous atmosphere.
Not to mention this sort... in the bathroom at home, an intimate space belonging exclusively to a normal husband and wife.
Luo Qiangwei froze there, unsure of how to react for a moment.
Mo Shiche apparently failed in his struggle with the bra clasp and couldn't unhook it no matter what. He pursed his lips in annoyance, suddenly straightened up to take something from the washstand beside him, and then there was a click...
