Then, as if by instinct, he reached out, intending to touch that soft part of the woman—
"Try that again!"
Furious, the woman no longer bothered to cover her chest. Embarrassment, anger, and shock surged through her heart all at once, burning her face crimson. She struck like lightning, her two fingers pressed together like a sword as they viciously jabbed toward Wang Xian's eyes!
But unlike before—
This time, she moved very slowly.
Astonishingly slowly.
Slow as if walking through water, slow as if running in a dream. Every movement was crystal clear, every inch of motion plainly visible.
It was as though Wang Xian had not seen the woman's hand at all.
In his eyes, he saw only a pair of snow-white breasts pressing down on him like little mountains... Those two little mountains trembled slightly with her movements, like ripe fruit hanging from a branch and gently swaying in the wind.
The sight was even more dazzling than Bao Xiaoqin's "a pear blossom pressing down upon a crabapple tree."
Not just Wang Xian—any man in that instant would have fallen prey to it.
He was no exception.
His breathing quickened. Wang Xian's Adam's apple bobbed, his lips parted slightly, and he murmured, "So white."
His voice was soft, as light as a sigh.
Ye Hongxiu gave a cold smile, a trace of smugness flashing through her eyes. She did not hurry to exert force. Her movements remained slow as her hands gradually closed in on Wang Xian's face, as though she were about to pounce on him and perish with him in the next moment.
Yet her posture was exceedingly gentle.
As if she merely wanted to pinch Wang Xian's cheek and act coquettishly with him.
Or perhaps she felt that teasing each other face-to-face was not