Fu Qingshuang saw that he didn't push her away and became even happier, "Xiao, what are you saying, how can a husband and wife not..."
"Fine, then you take it off," Luo Xiao looked at her carefully made-up face and suddenly smiled, "I said I would touch you, and I will."
"Xiao, how can I take it off myself..."
Hearing her coquettish words, Luo Xiao sneered imperceptibly. He suddenly reached out and pushed Fu Qingshuang down onto the large bed.
He then leaned over her.
Fu Qingshuang's robe was already unfastened, and as she lay down, it opened up entirely. Luo Xiao propped himself up with one hand beside her head, staring intently at her face.
His gaze seemed to see right through her.
"Xiao, don't look at me like that..." No matter what, Fu Qingshuang was inexperienced, and thinking that the man she loved was about to possess her for the first time, her cheeks grew even rosier. She boldly raised her hand and clasped it around Luo Xiao's waist.
