Xia Wanwan's body was beneath a snow-white wedding dress, her skin tinged with a soft pink that, paired with the white fabric, composed an utmost pure scene.
However, in the man's eyes, it only provoked a sinful impulse.
"We'll try it on later," Xi Muchen, kissing her, said, "Right now, there's something even more important to do."
The man's gaze was too wild and fervent, his entire presence irresistibly commanding. As Xia Wanwan watched the sensual bobbing of his Adam's apple, her legs were lifted and pressed down by him...
Knock, knock, knock...
The knocking at the door scared Xia Wanwan out of her wits, and as she cried out in alarm, Xi Muchen sealed her lips.
"Wanwan, remember to show me your wedding dress after you've fitted it!" Xi Beiyang's voice clearly reached them from outside the door.
"Tell him you know, and get him to leave quickly," Xi Muchen whispered into her ear, biting it gently.
Yet he didn't stop teasing and tempting her.
