Mo Shangyu narrowed his ghostly eyes and stared at her. He tugged at the collar with one hand. Feeling the heat and restraint, he stretched out his long fingers and nimbly unbuttoned his shirt one by one from top to bottom.
Gu Qingcheng said that she was upright and her eyes were straight.
"Like it?" Mo Shangyu raised one corner of his mouth arrogantly.
Gu Qingcheng quickly denied it, but when she opened her mouth, she choked on her own saliva. He coughed and turned red.
"Take it off." Mo Shangyu's tone was full of threats, and her naked eyes were full of impatience and desire.
"Eh?" Gu Qingcheng's cat eyes widened, and a voice in her heart told her that everything was too weird, and there must be a demon when something went wrong. Stop, but the voice was so weak that she couldn't even control it with her hands, and she climbed up his shirt tremblingly and pulled it down. "Mo Shangyu, you... Are you willing?"
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"Yes... Wait, I got the wrong script.... You... What are you going to do."
Gu Qingcheng's eyebrows were curved and the corners of her mouth were raised, "... I'll take it off for you, so of course I have to put it on for you."
Mo Shangyu glanced at the wall behind him, his voice was tight and his eyes were alert, "No need. Stay away from me."
Gu Qingcheng's eyes slid over his chest muscles and wrapped around the tips of his trembling long fingers, "Okay, you can do it yourself."
Intention: What cannot be touched and what is longed to be touched are often the same.