Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

But in the next second, Jiang Jinsang’s hand gripped her wrist and slowly lifted his shirt hem…

Tang Wan was frightened and tried to pull her hand back, but his strength was too much, she couldn’t free herself, and her fingers touched the area around his waist, the temperature was so high it made her body go half limp…

This feeling of skin-to-skin contact was much more stimulating than merely holding hands or hugging.

He didn’t have the so-called six-pack abs, but there were some muscle contours.

“Do you like the kind in the movies, or…” His deep, low voice burrowed into her ear.

“Do you like my kind?”

Tang Wan felt that if he kept teasing her like this, she might really die!