The moment something soft and fragrant nestled into his embrace, Qin Chuan felt as if he had been struck by two water-filled balloons.
The clothes on Li Qinyi's chest were scrunched up terribly from the pressure, looking quite rumpled.
Because he had just helped her out in the room, her resistance towards Qin Chuan had diminished significantly, if not entirely.
So, after leaving the room, she took off her heavy down jacket.
Now she was wearing her usual outfit.
A short-sleeved shirt on top, a gray pleated skirt below, and her calves were wrapped in knee-high stockings.
She wore a pair of loafers on her feet.
Coupled with her doll-like face and gold-rimmed glasses, she gave off a visual effect that was both pure and sexy.
At this moment, her entire upper body was pressed against Qin Chuan, her soft chest somewhat deformed from the pressure.
The shirt buttons, under such pressure, were showing signs of bursting open.
