Mu Houchu's big hand smoothly reached her waistband, and with a skilled flick, the waistband loosened. It wasn't like winter before when undressing was layer upon layer. After removing her outer skirt, all that was left was a thin inner garment and a bellyband.
Perhaps because he had undressed her many times, he could easily find her inner garment's ribbon and untie it without even looking.
"It's okay." Mu Houchu felt her temperature and touched her skin as smooth as cream. His voice became hoarse.
Only then did Xin He realize that something was wrong. Looking down, her eyes almost popped out.
When had her waistband been untied?!
When had her inner garment been unbuckled?!
When did this man reach into her clothes?!
"Mu Houchu!" Xin He finally realized that she had been played by this man. Was he still cold? He was now as hot as a fireball! In anger, she pushed him away.