Cheng Qingchong stared at Qin Yinan, who was groaning in pain from the drunkenness. His brows were locked deeply. Her nails pushed into the ball of her palms as she held her breath, slowly leaned down, and reached out to work on Qin Yinan's shirt buttons.
Her fingers were shaking so crazily that she took a full minute to remove eight buttons. When the man's firm and supply skin fell open before her eyes, her body shook like it was shot by a jolt of electricity.
Cheng Qingchong's fingers stopped in midair for a while before they moved toward Qin Yinan's belt. As the belt opened with a cling, Cheng Qingchong's heart skipped a beat twice.
