Does it taste good?
This playful and teasing remark made Tao Zhixiang's face start to burn.
Chu Mucheng actually said something like that!
For a moment, Tao Zhixiang didn't know how to respond.
She wasn't sure if it was because she was nervous, but tiny beads of sweat appeared on her skin, her eyelashes fluttered, and she didn't know where to look!
"You... weren't you thirsty?"
Tao Zhixiang avoided his eyes, wanting to escape, but Chu Mucheng's arm firmly hooked around her waist.
"Hmm, I'm not thirsty now!"
Chu Mucheng suddenly laughed.
To be honest, seeing her embarrassed appearance instantly lifted his spirits.
Tao Zhixiang was stunned.
Now, not thirsty...
Tao Zhixiang's face was burning.
At this moment, she suddenly felt a bit itchy and looked down to see Chu Mucheng's slender fingers already on her trench coat, patiently unbuttoning it one by one.
Chu Mucheng's hands were very attractive: long fingers, distinct joints, looking powerful.
