"Well then, why don't you take care of it yourself? I'll set up a video for you. Tell me, do you want Takazawa Lola or Mary, Xiaoze? Do you prefer Western or Japanese styles?"
Lu Qing: ....
He curled his lips into a smirk: "None of them compare to you. Watching you do it would be enough."
What the hell! She genuinely had no idea how to respond to that!
Outrageous!
Before she could react, he grasped her hand...
"Help me."
"Hey hey hey, isn't this forcing me?"
"Mouth or hands? Pick one."
"Can I choose neither?"
"Sure."
Qin Miaomiao was a bit stunned. Really?
Could it be that he'd finally grown a conscience and wasn't going to trouble a pregnant woman?
"Come on, baby, just touch it a little. A few touches and it'll be fine."
Alright then, this guy's shameless nature has never changed.
A man in his prime pressed so closely against her, his hormones surging. Even his breathing carried a hint of desire.
How was she supposed to sleep?
