Xia Wanwan clung to Xi Muchen, a look of utter distress on her little face. Kiss his lower abdomen... How was she supposed to kiss it?
Xia Wanwan moved down with a troubled expression, slipping entirely onto the floor. She looked up at Xi Muchen with an innocent and harmless look and reached out to lift the man's shirt.
His wheat-colored skin, his faintly visible Adonis belt, and his prominent abs.
Xia Wanwan turned her head to glance at Wei Yan, lifted her chin with a small sense of pride and said, "This is what you call an eight-pack!"
The mouths of everyone around had already formed 'O' shapes in shock. Yao Qin and Huo Qianqian had not expected Xia Wanwan to have such a side, while Cecile, Wei Yan, and Lan Ye had not imagined that one day the young master Xi would have his shirt lifted by a woman without getting angry?
