Ning Xia took two steps forward, facing him. Her gaze steadily fixed on him, she spoke very naturally, "Weren't we going to change clothes? Continue the change."
"Did you come up here specifically to watch me change?" Bo Siyan's dark pupils narrowed slightly, his voice lowered, and his words carried a trace of suggestiveness.
Ning Xia didn't deny it and even nodded generously, "That's right, I came to see you change clothes. Hurry up and change, or do you need help?"
Seemingly not expecting her directness, Bo Siyan paused for a moment.
Seeing he made no move, Ning Xia simply stepped forward, walked up to him, lifted her hand, and began to undo the buttons of his shirt.
But in the next second, her wrist was caught, and then, with a pull from the man's strength, her entire body was pressed against the wardrobe.
