Lu Jinyang unconsciously rolled his throat.
He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing perfect abs, and slowly crawled from the foot of the bed to the headboard. Propping his hands beside her, he asked, "Qingqing, you said you liked your husband's abs, right? These ones?"
Zhuang Shuqing was too lazy to open her eyes, the alcohol was slowly fading away, and she wanted to save the last bit of energy for a bath later. However, when she heard the words "abs," her eyes snapped open.
Before her eyes were the perfect eight-pack abs; her brain short-circuited for a few seconds. Without thinking, she reached out to touch them, then laughed contentedly, "I've thought about it for so long, and finally got to touch them all."
Lu Jinyang's body stiffened. When this woman was drunk, she really spoke without a filter, and her words so easily stirred certain desires within him.
He restrained himself and continued to guide her, "There's clothing in the way, take it off."
