Xiao Ning'er had her eyes tightly shut as her cheeks blushed red. She was as delicate and charming as a blooming crab-apple flower.
Her top slowly slid down her shoulders, revealing her fair, pale skin—skin so delicate that Nie Li could not help but gulp down mouthfuls of saliva.
Perhaps no man could resist Xiao Ning'er's bashful and moving appearance.
Her skin gave off a smooth, supple texture when streaking a finger across.
At that moment, Xiao Ning'er was wearing a dudou. The inner garment accentuated her figure and its full glory was revealed before Nie Li's eyes.
Xiao Ning'er's body was quivering gently for she could sense Nie Li's fingers flitting across her skin. She felt an indescribable feeling as her body turned limp and numb. Compounded by her shyness, her mind went blank.
When Nie Li saw Xiao Ning'er in such a state, he felt sorry for her. He knew that Xiao Ning'er was prepared to hand him everything.
