At the same time, the woman's face moved closer to him.
The enchanting and seductive air swirled in her eyes, reflected in the man's eyes, encased layer by layer in ice, revealing that bewitching and captivating beauty.
"Mmm!"
"Heh!"
"Lu Xiaoyou, you!!"
Her fingertips wantonly teased his exposed skin, like playing a piano tune, or plucking the strings of a lute, leaving deep and shallow marks on him.
Lightly touching the man's sensitivities, she asked, "Little Liangliang, how did I teach you back then?"
Long Xiliang's thin lips were pressed into a line, and once he opened them, uncontrollable sounds would escape from his throat.
"If you want it, you can beg me~"
The man responded to her with a cold, steely gaze: "In your dreams!"
Lu Xiaoyou, provoked by him, had emotions in her eyes becoming increasingly overbearing and intimidating.
"Let me give you a dream then," she said, very close to him, her breath spilling onto his tense face.
"A dream of life and death's lust!"
