Leng Youchen sat in his wheelchair, and when he saw her snow-white teeth almost sinking deep into her soft lips, he reached out, rescued her lips from beneath her teeth, and gently rubbed the tooth marks on her lips with his warm, soft fingertips, "Nervous?"
She turned her head to one side, avoiding his hand, "I'm not nervous at all."
The man chuckled lightly, looking at her with an easy poise, "If you're not nervous, why did you stop?"
Wei Anning glared at him and continued to unbutton his shirt without looking elsewhere. Soon all the buttons were undone, revealing the clear lines of muscle beneath the slightly open white shirt, indicating an explosive strength.
She even remembered they felt quite nice.
Realizing what she was thinking, she quickly pulled back her wandering thoughts and went on to help him take off his shirt with flushed cheeks. Once the shirt was off, her gaze landed on the belt buckle of his trousers, and she hesitated to proceed.
