"What shady business are you up to?"
Fu Shilv snorted, "Me? Do you think that's possible?"
"It's not just possible, it's certain. It's written all over your face."
Sheng Youxia tried to grab his phone. Fu Shilv blocked her with his body. She bent over, getting close to his eyes, but couldn't reach either from the left or the right. "Give it to me!"
Fu Shilv's gaze easily landed on her chest.
Towering, trembling, firm.
Encased in her bra, making it even more shapely.
Sheng Youxia almost touched his phone.
Fu Shilv simply slid it under himself. "Want to take it? Go ahead, dig it out."
Sheng Youxia paused, her gaze shifting to his extraordinarily handsome face as he slightly lowered his eyelids. "What are you looking at!"
"Compared to my phone, of course you're better to look at."
Sheng Youxia quickly straightened up. Fu Shilv held onto her arm, gently pulling her into his embrace.
"Let go of me!"
"Let's talk about serious matters."