"Li Mochan, this isn't over, not today," Ye Jiuliang declared, hanging onto him, her wet little hands naughtily slipping inside his collar.
Her cold hands touched his chest, stirring a restless desire within Li Mochan.
"You little devil, do you know what you're doing?" His deep voice grew increasingly hoarse.
Ye Jiuliang raised an eyebrow, lowered her head, and grazed his ear with her red lips, her tone cocky, "I'm doing it on purpose, what can you do about it?"
After speaking, the cold little hand moved further down.
Li Mochan's dark eyes deepened as he caught her hand, preventing her from moving about.
His sexy Adam's apple rolled as his voice sounded even deeper, "You little devil, this is what you asked for."
"Asked for what? I'm not even familiar with you." Ye Jiuliang broke free from his grip, hopped off him, and ran swiftly toward the beach.
Having teased him, she made a quick getaway, since the discomfort wasn't hers to suffer.