Ning Xiaofei bit her lip, "You're not mad at me?"
With all the effort she was putting in, how could he be mad at her?
The man chuckled, reached out a finger, and brushed a wet strand of hair from her forehead.
"No air conditioning takes off one point, everything else is perfect."
Ning Xiaofei's face lit up, "Does that mean we can have a secret marriage now?"
His finger slid from her forehead, grazed her cheek, and gently touched the corner of her lips; the man narrowed his eyes and lay down on the pillow.
"Continue!"
Naughty girl, did she really think she could get by so easily?
Continue?
How to continue?
Did she have to take the initiative?!
Ning Xiaofei furrowed her brows, looked at Mu Tianye lying on the pillow, and, bracing herself, moved closer, reaching out to unbutton his shirt one by one.
When she reached the last button, her gaze swept over the man's belt, but ultimately, she dared not make a move.