"What's up?" Chu Ju looked at him, her eyes curved in a faint smile, "Spending my money to hire a prostitute, I shouldn't see what kind of goods my money can buy?"
"Don't move—" Suddenly, a male voice came from behind, slowly, low and piercing.
Chu Ju turned her head back slowly and saw a man standing behind her, dressed in black, his hair messily unruly, leaning against the door frame at the moment: "What, fighting in private?"
"Quite a racy scene, doing this kind of thing here?"
Fu Jingsheng tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, with the corner of his lips slightly raised: "You are suspected of engaging in improper sexual activities, how about taking a trip, everyone?"
"Oh." Fu Jingsheng tilted his head, looked at those on the bed: "What's this? Not moving? Want me to dress you personally?"
He leisurely rolled up his sleeves, revealing a firm forearm with taut, smooth muscle lines.
Seeing Chu Ju standing still in front of him.
Heh—this woman.
