Looking at those foxy eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses, Li Jing raised an eyebrow slightly, without showing any weakness, grinned and said:
"I'm sure you don't dare."
As the words fell, Wei Jia bit her silver teeth slightly, directly took off her glasses, and wrapped her arms around Li Jing to kiss him passionately.
Li Jing had long guessed her actions and wasn't surprised. He went with the flow, hugging her slender waist and pulling her into his embrace to continue the passionate kiss.
A woman just in her thirties, mature with a hint of youthful freshness like a ripe red fruit.
When she let her guard down for the first time, Li Jing knew it would be hard for Wei Jia to forget the passion and pleasure that followed such a hormonal release.
Even if she was a queen with an aura that extended eight hundred meters away in front of others.
In Li Jing's arms, even iron could be melted into water.
