Fu Yisi tended toward actions over words, well aware of his own physique, which might get a bit heady, but compared to Ji Sang, really amounted to nothing.
Today, his Mrs. Fu was truly too beautiful.
However, since Ji Sang took the initiative to offer help, Fu Yisi naturally couldn't refuse such a thing.
"Help me?"
"Mhm."
The moment Ji Sang nodded, her hand actively reached out and grasped it.
Even through a layer of fabric, Fu Yisi drew a deep, low breath at that instant.
It seemed like relief, yet it was suppression.
"Hehe."
Fu Yisi chuckled softly.
"Help me like this?"
As their clothes were not fully removed, it was naturally hard to be complacent.
Ji Sang's hand stayed there on top, motionless for a long while. Fu Yisi wasn't in a rush, finding his technique with her dress zipper, he slowly pulled it down.
Instantly, the skin on Ji Sang's right waist was exposed, the air slightly cold, causing her body to shudder.
Then, the man's hand reached in....
