"Tomorrow, I'll accompany you to Mahua and have a chat with Zhang Chen."
Lu Liang looked down and saw, clad in high heels, her tense calf muscles trembling with delight, he felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.
The confined space and the unique setting truly could heighten desire and bring about an unprecedented surge of excitement.
Afterwards, he picked up a bottle of white wine that had been chilling in an ice bucket, pulled out the cork, took a breath, and sighed, "Comfortable."
"Aba aba, I'm thirsty too."
Zhang Tian'ai's big eyes were watery like ripples on a spring lake.
Her cherry lips parted and closed, the delicate lipstick now smudged into a kiss-stained mess, even reaching her chin.
Lu Liang handed the wine bottle to her and pulled it back as she reached for it, repeating the teasing action, provoking her to repeatedly pout in charming annoyance.
Lu Liang chuckled, "Drink up."
