Helen raised her right hand, gracefully brushing her straight golden hair, her eyes full of charm, and said with a smile, "Okay."
Every movement of Helen at this moment was filled with the unique allure of a mature woman, and coupled with her natural beauty, Qin Biao almost had a nosebleed. Right now, his head was full of thoughts about pinning Helen beneath him and having his way with this woman.
Qin Biao was a regular here, and as soon as he stepped in, a waiter came up to greet him, leading the two of them to a private room on the second floor.
After entering the private room, Qin Biao, holding back his impatience, said to Helen, "Miss, what would you like to drink?"
Helen sat on the sofa in the private room and smiled sweetly, "You're treating me to a drink, so you decide."
