"Finish this drink and disappear immediately." Su Junhao downed the wine in his glass, suddenly losing interest, and shuffled towards the bedroom in his slippers.
Yang Qian didn't expect he wouldn't keep her for the night, implying she was one of the women around him, but not yet to the point of sharing his bed?
But if she left now, she might lose any chance of coming back again.
So she quickly put down her glass and hurried after him, hugging his waist from behind and resting her delicate face against his back.
The silk bathrobe he wore was thin in the summer, and when she hugged him like this, the coolness of her face transmitted to his back, making his body stiffen for a moment, and he stopped.
She did her best to rub her chest against his back.
Su Junhao could feel those two soft places, but he couldn't muster any interest, as if, since Angel left, he hadn't touched a woman again; he sometimes wondered if he still had that kind of capability.
