Wang Qian put her hand on Xiang Yu's neck, looking at him with what she considered a loving gaze.
But to Xiang Yu, her eyes were filled with fear and nervousness.
Wang Qian smiled at Xiang Yu, then slowly began to unbutton his shirt.
Xiang Yu didn't move, just watched her with a smile. He could sense Wang Qian's trembling.
"Why don't you take off your clothes yourself, and hurry up," Wang Qian said worriedly, afraid her shaky hands would reveal her intentions.
"What happens after I take them off?" Xiang Yu dragged Wang Qian's chin and asked.
Wang Qian's face flushed red, and she tried to look at Xiang Yu with infinite tenderness, "What do you think?"
"Why don't you take yours off first," Xiang Yu said, reaching to pull down Wang Qian's clothes.
Wang Qian instinctively jumped backward, reacting strongly. But she quickly came to her senses, then smiled, "No way, you have to go first.
