"Get your dirty hands off me, don't touch me."
Zhu Xiang coldly looked at Su Ye, his body becoming more and more uncomfortable, feeling as if it were surrounded by flames, his gaze at Su Ye gradually heating up as well.
Su Ye noticed the change in Zhu Xiang's eyes, she stopped, her hands starting to touch her own clothes.
"Fine, I won't touch you, Ah Xiang, but soon you will come to me on your own."
Su Ye's hand landed on the zipper at the back of her dress, slowly pulling the zipper down.
The sound of the zipper being pulled agonized Zhu Xiang, his breathing became rougher, his body felt like a wild beast on the verge of breaking free from his rationality.
Su Ye continued her actions slowly, enjoying the sight of him desperately controlling himself, yet out of control, feeling a sense of revenge for his years of coldness towards her.
Su Ye struck various seductive poses in front of Zhu Xiang, devising ways to lure him.
