Face so red

Mo Yanchen's fingers landed on her chest and unbuttoned her shirt.

"Cheng's button, it's the wrong one. " Mo Yancheng said as he unbuttoned her shirt and slowly buttoned it back for her. Shen chengjing looked at his fingers, as if he was teasing her.

"You ..." She suddenly realized that she had misunderstood.

"What's Cheng thinking? Her face was so red, and her heart was beating so fast, it seemed ... It'll be quick. " Mo Yancheng's fingertips landed on her chest and rubbed it, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

Shen chengjing slapped his hand away when she heard that. Her small hands trembled as she buttoned her shirt.

"I'll do it myself. " She gritted her teeth. It was his own actions that were too ambiguous that caused her to think in the wrong direction. Now, he was even teasing her? This man was getting more and more presumptuous.

"Cheng." The man's hand caressed the side of her face and tucked her long hair behind her ears.