Suddenly being held in his arms again, An Qiaoqiao became angry and struggled twisting and turning in his arms.

When they fell on the sofa together, their clothes were in disarray.

Especially Yuan Huaian, her soft body moving in his arms, making his breathing gradually heavier.

"Don't you like my body? I'll let you touch it, don't you like to see it? I'll show it to you."

Yuan Huaian was breathing heavily, quickly unbuttoned all the buttons of his shirt, and took An Qiaoqiao's little hand and placed it on his chest.

An Qiaoqiao...

Just because I like your body and handsome face doesn't mean I like you as a person.

But how could she say such blatant words? She felt ashamed even when she said them.

"What? I've touched it, I've looked at it, and you're still not satisfied? You don't want to take responsibility at all?"

Seeing her leaning in his arms in a daze, Yuan Huaian took her little hand and touched his body all over, asking her with gritted teeth.

"No, we're all adults now. Let's see what's going on. Besides, you showed it to me yourself, like now. Do you still want me to take responsibility?"

When An Qiaoqiao heard him say that he would take responsibility, she got furious and wanted to jump out of his arms.

But her slender waist was tightly held by a big hand, making it impossible for her to escape.

She could only support Yuan Huaian's chest with both hands, trying not to get so close to him.

But as soon as my hands touched his hard chest and I felt the warmth under my palms, it felt like I was burning on fire, so I had to withdraw my hands quickly.

"Oh, I'm not a casual man."

Yuan Huaian leaned on the sofa, and the smile on his lips looked so annoying in An Qiaoqiao's eyes.

This damn Miejue was indeed plotting against her.