Chen Che's hand had already slipped into Xia Na's skirt, stroking her smooth belly, even boldly tracing upward along the line of her abs.
Sitting on his lap, Xia Na just stared intensely at the gambling table, seemingly indifferent to his mischievous hand.
Chen Che's lips curled into a playful smile; everyone harbors a gambling demon within.
The thrill of betting small to win big, vast amounts of money, can entrap anyone.
Engrossed, unable to extricate oneself.
Perhaps because of her environment, Xia Na never lacked money, nor did she have extravagant expenses.
She was unconcerned with those luxurious pleasures; being able to eat well, dress warmly, and walk beside An Nishang was enough to satisfy Xia Na.
So ordinary money could not sway Xia Na.
But when the amount exceeded a certain threshold, even those indifferent to money would be tempted.
The chips piled before Chen Che had everyone in the casino green with envy.
