Moh Shiche leaned slightly over her, his handsome brows tightly knitted, with both hands on the clasp of her bra, struggling and trying hard to unfasten it...
Meanwhile, she was seated on the basin counter, her head against his bare chest. In this position, the man's pale and robust pectoral muscles were right in front of her. When she opened her eyes, her long eyelashes could brush against his chest skin.
She could even hear the sound of his heartbeat, one after another, heavily pounding her eardrums, making her own heart boil and speed up.
Although she and Moh Shiche had already done it, the previous two times hadn't had this kind of intimate and ambiguous atmosphere.
Not to mention in a setting like this... in the bathroom at home, a private space meant for a normal married couple.
Luo Qiangwei stiffened there, momentarily at a loss for how to react.
