Qin Gengxin suddenly sat down on the floor, in front of her, with his legs crossed. He fidgeted a little and pulled at his tie and the collar of his shirt, ripping off three of the exquisite buttons on his shirt. He then used his hands to comb through his hair and let out a long sigh.
Xian Guiying hurriedly picked the clothes he had just ripped off. As she unbuttoned her blouse, a strange feeling flashed her heart, but she quickened her action.
Qin Gengxin just sat there, not even looking at her, but shaking his head.
Seeing his attitude, Xian Guiying stopped unbuttoning her clothes. She looked at him and asked, "What's with your expression?"
Qin Gengxin shook his head gloomily and said with a sigh, "I can't do it."
Xian Guiying immediately raised her eyebrow. "What do you mean you can't do it?"
