However, the moment she met those deep, misty eyes containing a hint of a playful smile, her heart couldn't help but tremble, her face flushing with both embarrassment and shyness.
She shook her head at him, signaling him not to distract her while she finished her phone call. But Su Chaoyang playfully raised an eyebrow and shamelessly began lightly nibbling at her neck and earlobe.
"Xiaowan, what are you doing? Why aren't you saying anything?" After a few more words without a response from Xiaowan, Li An'an raised her voice in curiosity.
"An'an...I'm––" Just as Mu Xiangwan was about to speak, the hand wrapped around her waist suddenly gripped tighter, pulling her closer. Then, that hand slowly moved upwards, its caresses becoming increasingly flirtatious and provocative.
"Su Chaoyang...Stop––" Suddenly, Mu Xiangwan was out of breath, gasping, pleading softly.
