Xu Qiaoqiao was clearly caught off guard by Qin Qi's sudden move, and cried out in surprise.
"You!"
Qin Qi moved slowly, not rushing at all, and said, "What's wrong, Miss Xu, weren't you mentally prepared?"
Xu Qiaoqiao really was startled, but her cheeks flushed red as she stammered, "I—I'm prepared…"
She might have mastered all those bedroom skills, but all her practice before had been with fake things. Being touched by a real man—for her, that was a first.
She simply shut her eyes, deciding she'd just grit her teeth and get through this.
But Qin Qi clearly wasn't in a playful mood.
His large hand didn't linger anywhere else; after a single glance, he reached straight under Xu Qiaoqiao's skirt.
"No safety shorts—just perfect!" Qin Qi grinned.
When Xu Qiaoqiao realized where Qin Qi's hand had landed, her eyes snapped open wide, panic glimmering in those pretty eyes.
She bit her pink lips, obviously resisting a little.
