At the same time, the woman's face was closing in on him.
The enchanting and bewitching aura in her eyes flowed, and the man's eyes, wrapped in layers of cold ice, reflected that mesmerizing and stunning face.
"Hm!"
"Ha!"
"Lu Xiaoyou, you!!"
Lightly touching the man's skin, she asked, "Little Liangliang, how did I teach you back then?"
Long Xiliang's thin lips had already pressed into a line.
"If you want it, you can beg me~"
The man responded to her with a cold gaze: "In your dreams!"
Lu Xiaoyou was provoked by him, making the emotions in her eyes even more domineering and compelling.
"I'll make you dream then." She was very close to him, and as she spoke, the warmth from her lips sprayed onto his tense face.
In the large living room, in a corner filled with ambiguous romantic tension, the woman was like a reincarnated fox spirit, supremely seductive and enchanting.
...
Lu Xiaoyou smiled, stepping back a few steps.
