An Yan pursed her crimson lips, "Then be gentle."
Fu Shiyan's Adam's apple bobbed, one hand cradling her cheek, the other five fingers threading through her ink-black hair.
Amidst the mingling of lips and teeth, the ambiguous sound of moist friction arose.
His thin lips lingered on her earlobe, the warm breath scattering all over, causing An Yan to shiver involuntarily, her heart almost leaping out of her chest.
"Yanyan, help me undo the buttons."
Under the spell of the man's deep, mellow voice, An Yan's fingertips trembled as she undid his shirt buttons, one by one.
She lifted her eyes to gaze into the pitch-black pupils of the man, which reflected her silhouette.
She pulled his belt out, and the dress pants slipped slightly down, revealing the edge of his gray-black underwear.
"Yanyan is really proactive, I didn't ask you to help me with my dress pants."
