"Huo Beichen, I'm telling you one last time, get off me, or I won't be polite anymore!"
"Get off?"
The man seemed curious about the word as if hearing it for the first time. He lifted his head from the nape of her neck, looked deeply into her eyes, and said, "If I don't get off, I will stay on you, and I want to roll with you!"
Ye Nuanxi: "..."
"Smack your head, I've already warned you. If you don't get up, don't blame me for being impolite!"
Looking at the man who was pressing down on her with a hazy, sensual appearance, Ye Nuanxi suddenly felt so powerless. Words seemed to have no effect on him, and she couldn't bring herself to hit him. However, the man on top of her had such a strong desire to conquer, as if he was about to devour her at any moment. Suddenly, she had an idea, recalling a sleazy scene from a romance novel she had read before...
Ye Nuanxi's eyes suddenly lit up.
"It's okay, wife, go ahead and be impolite with me!"
