The man's voice was extremely hoarse, carrying a sexy, deep breath:
"How should I resolve this?" he asked in frustration.
"Do it yourself~" she replied.
Long Xiliang: "..."
Lu Xiaoyou's cold nails, as if carved from the finest jade, raked across the man's tense and burning chest.
"Little Liangliang, if you like me, listen to what I say."
In the darkness, she curled her lips, the smile on her lips carrying a teasing and mischievous mood.
In this pitch-black darkness, where one couldn't see one's hands in front of them, they could barely make out the two sitting together.
Lu Xiaoyou sat on his lap, one hand pressing down his hand fixed on her hip, the other hand wandering over his chest.
She ignited the fire within him, yet did nothing to extinguish it.
She wanted to watch this man, extinguish the fire himself.
"You, handle it yourself right in front of me!"
The most primal desire in a person was laid bare before her, nowhere to hide.
