After unzipping it, she was like a fruit stripped of its peel, revealing tender and juicy flesh.
"Why did you call me here?" Long Xiliang asked her.
"What do you think?" The woman lifted her red lips, smiling gently as she raised her hand to slowly peel off the strapless wedding dress from her body.
The man standing behind her gazed at her beautiful shoulder blades, his breathing growing heavier.
Lu Xiaoyou turned her head slightly, her neck contouring a perfect curve under the light, a few strands of hair resting on her skin, their curled edges especially tempting.
She was like a fairy, bewitching him.
The man pressed her against the wall inside the dressing room, with Lu Xiaoyou's back against the wall.
He lifted the skirt, layer by layer, his muscular arms piling up with cloud-like tulle, but he could never seem to reach the end.
The man's eyes darkened, a thin layer of restrained frost covering his face, his mood clearly becoming irritable and impatient.
