She stretched out her hand to untie it. The more impatient she was, the worse she could not handle it. Her face turned red with anxiety and she wished she could get all the buttons.

A hand gently brushes her hand, replaces it on her chest, the big hand flexibly helps him unlock the buttons, and then one by one on the corresponding.

The two were very close, and his breath was sprayed on her neck from time to time as he bowed and fiddled. Ding Yiyi looked up desperately, praying that he would not suddenly look up and see his embarrassment.

Outside the door, Xia Yihan looked at the...