Her fingers seemed to possess some kind of magic, igniting blazing warmth wherever they touched.
Her flirtatious tone made Song Guanchao already react.
He focused his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, saying, "I don't know about my danger, but if Governor Qu keeps playing this game, you'll be in very real danger."
Qu Xiangru giggled, her laughter as crisp as colliding silver bells.
Two fingers reached for the middle of his bathrobe, deftly unfastening the button. Her small hand wormed its way inside the garment, her warm soft palm caressing his chest, making Song Guanchao's skin crawl.
And she didn't stop there; she raised one leg, placed it atop his thigh, and slowly curled it, rubbing her thigh against his lower parts.
Feeling his hardness, Qu Xiangru's laughter grew more joyous. "Seems like you're uncomfortably hard?"
Song Guanchao took a deep breath and forcefully grabbed the soft flesh on her thigh. "Play with fire any further, and I won't be polite!"
