The heater was on in the room, and Quan Jue was wearing a black cotton shirt.
When Chi Jiao's hand landed on the collar of his shirt, Quan Jue's breathing instantly became tense.
Immediately after, the young man's exquisite collarbone was made obvious to the eyes.
Chi Jiao stared at Quan Jue's collarbone and thought to herself, "How can a man be so devilish and perfect that even his collarbones are so alluring?"
Regardless of whether they were men or women, as long as they were humans, they would all have some greed in their hearts.
She was no exception.
Enduring the little restlessness in her heart, Chi Jiao gritted her teeth. She was about to return the favor when the young man before her suddenly flipped them over and pressed her down.
Only then did he let her off.
"What are you planning on doing?" the young man asked softly, his thin lips almost touching hers.
