"You big liar, you should be in pain!" Ning Xixi said angrily, but how could Ji Yebai, the second young master, be deterred by a single harsh word from her?
The scheming man adhered to the principle of action over words, grasping Ning Xixi's hand and placing it against his chest.
His coat was unbuttoned, and he was just wearing a shirt underneath. Through the thin layer of fabric, one could feel the touch and warmth of his muscles.
Ning Xixi's face blushed scarlet, yet she didn't really want to comply with him. Her dark and glittering eyes spun, and her little hand unfastened the top two buttons of his shirt...
Ji Yebai's breath suddenly deepened.
His eyes darkened, growing more intense.
Ning Xixi shoved her little paws into his embrace, and even such a touch made Ji Yebai tremble down to his nerve endings.
This girl... Is she a demon...?
Why does she so easily stir him up? Damn it!
"Does it feel good if I rub it like this?" Ning Xixi asked with a giggling smile.
