Anyway, in the end, she won't be the one feeling bad.
What she felt from his touch was also quite pleasant.
"Xiaren, is this better than that male model?" His breath came out in a spray, laced with a hint of restraint and grinding teeth. Qiao Xiaren's demeanor remained unchanged, her eyes only narrowing slightly, hinting at a certain profundity.
He still remembers that past jab.
She forgot, this is a man who holds a grudge.
"I didn't see, so I don't know, hence I can't compare."
"Then let me show you." Without a second thought, Si Limo's agile fingers began to undo the buttons of his shirt. Qiao Xiaren didn't interfere but wore a slightly interested expression on her face.
Who would refuse the chance of a handsome man undressing in front of them? It was a feast for the eyes.
Just after he had undone one, a knock came from outside the door, "Ranran, are you in there?"
