Before Meng Fan could finish saying "untie", Rong Huaishen leaned forward.
Meng Fan stiffened all over, "Rong Huaishen, what are you doing?"
The man ignored her question, his hand slipped under her clothes, pulling her hand out and then he used his own hand to untie it.
"Rong Huaishen you..."
"Lift your waist a little."
"I won't!"
"The doctor is urging us, how long do you plan to resist me?"
"You, you, you... don't grope around, just untie it and take your dirty hands off."
"Where haven't I touched you?" he said unflinchingly, uttering something extremely inappropriate.
But as his words fell, Meng Fan clearly felt her breathing ease.
He had untied it.
Beneath the thin layer of clothing was Meng Fan's tender skin. Although she was not heavy, her body always gave off a slightly deceitful sense of fleshiness.
Rong Huaishen's fingertips were somewhat dry and as they unintentionally stroked across her skin at that moment, Meng Fan felt her whole body shiver.
