Si Ling didn't speak, his ink-black eyes revealing emotions she couldn't fathom.
Rong Wei's hand, which had been on his mask, gradually slid down to his chest, her movement full of seductive allure.
She slowly unbuttoned his white shirt, one button at a time. When she reached the last button, he suddenly grasped her wrist.
Even without undoing the last button, his muscular chest was still exposed before her eyes.
Rong Wei clearly saw a wolf tattoo on his chest.
Si Ling tightened his grip on her wrist, "Miss, what are you trying to imply?"
His voice was cold and emotionless, indistinguishable like the man himself, always resembling an unsolvable mystery.
Rong Wei smiled seductively, "What do you think?"
She gently pulled her wrist from his palm, and her shapely body leaned back to recline.
Her seaweed-like hair spread out on the sofa, the scent of shampoo mixing with her perfume, blending into his breath.
