Qin Shuang was wearing an off-shoulder cocktail dress, the night wind making her arms and legs cold.
Only the part of her back pressed against He Zhiyao's chest was scorching hot.
He Zhiyao held her waist with one hand while the other rested on her bare shoulder, his fingertips sliding from the back of her neck down to her shoulder as he tapped lightly and asked, "You're not wearing underwear?"
Listen to this, is this even something a person would say??
The tightly wound emotions Qin Shuang was barely keeping in check instantly broke, and unable to restrain herself, she retorted, "I am wearing it!"
"Wearing it? Let me see." He Zhiyao, as if he didn't believe her, let his fingertip glide along the neckline of her off-shoulder dress, slipping inside.
Without thinking, Qin Shuang lifted her hand to pull his away, sounding exasperated as she yelled, "He Zhiyao!"