Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Su Yue nodded. "Mm."

"Alright then." Meiduo rested her case and shrugged. "Then take off your shirt, let me draw it first."

Su Yue nodded and pulled the shirt off her shoulder.

Of course, she only slipped it off.

It revealed her fair and smooth shoulder. She and Su Yan originally looked a little exotic—they were naturally very fair. But they didn't resemble foreigners, so her fairness was exquisite.

Su Yue was facing Meiduo with her back facing Ming Ansheng.

Ming Ansheng looked at her with blazing eyes.

Su Yue was trying her best to tug at her cotton t-shirt, and it was quite elastic.

Xuxu had bought her rather conservative clothes with round collars. So no matter how she pulled, she just couldn't pull the t-shirt down.

Meiduo saw that her attempts had been futile, so she stopped her. "Stop pulling your shirt. If you tear it, your family might think that something bad has happened to you."

She began to adjust Su Yue's shirt for her.

She rose and grabbed Su Yue's hand. "Follow me," said Meiduo.

Both of them went upstairs and Ming Ansheng hastily grabbed a bottle of water. He twisted the cap to open it. He gulped down mouthfuls in a hurry.

He was trying to extinguish the burning desire in him! It felt like fire.

He felt that he couldn't carry on like this. The lass would soon be the end of him.

"Young Master Ming."

Ming Ansheng was still fretting when he heard Meiduo's voice.

He turned his head and seemed to enter a trance.

Su Yue had removed her t-shirt and had a towel wrapped around her. She had draped over an extra towel on her shoulders.

Even though the towel on her body had covered most of it, her upper chest was still revealed.

When Ming Ansheng saw her, an immediate thought struck him. This girl may seem skinny on the surface, but who would have thought that her figure was great!

Indeed, little Su Yue was wearing a B cup. Perhaps she could even fit into a C cup.

Su Yue and Meiduo were happily chatting as they walked towards the couch, failing to notice the expression on Ming Ansheng's face and in his eyes.

It jarred Ming Ansheng back to his senses when they were near him. Feeling guilty, he bent his head to avert his gaze and breathed heavily.

The scene earlier had made a huge impact on him. He feared that he might have a nosebleed.

After all, it has been a long while since he had last touched a woman.

Su Yue sat down on the couch. She was still wearing her white denim shorts.

Her long and slender legs had affected Ming Ansheng badly, too. He wanted to avoid looking at her at all, but he couldn't resist the overwhelming urge.

Ming Ansheng's body was burning with an intense desire.

He hastily stood up and informed Meiduo. "Let me borrow your study, I need to send an email."

Without waiting for Meiduo's response, he turned around and stormed towards the staircase.

Meiduo peered at Ming Ansheng's stiff and straightened back. She grinned with an impish gleam in her eyes.

"Haha."

Su Yue suddenly laughed and she had garnered Meiduo's attention. "What's wrong?"

"It's so ticklish!" Su Yue shrunk her neck and laughed goofily. Her clear laughter made Meiduo smile too. "Ticklish? It'll be painful later. You can still give up the idea. A girl shouldn't have a tattoo."

Su Yue shook her head. "No, I want a tattoo. I'm not afraid of the pain, just afraid of being tickled."

"Let's see how you can endure the pain later," said Meiduo as she began on her tattoo.