"Come on, Sir, just give me a chance. I promise I'll make it worth your while."
Seeing Qi Sheng having second thoughts, Xu Jiao became even more forward.
She placed Qi Sheng's hand on her long, black-stockinged leg.
He could afford a Rolex worth hundreds of thousands, yet he didn't seem interested in her.
The chance of her meeting a man like this was no less than winning second prize in the lottery.
Qi Sheng rolled over and watched as Xu Jiao skillfully applied essential oil, then began gently massaging his front.
He drew a sharp breath.
Qi Sheng's brow furrowed slightly. He could feel the difference in skill between Xu Jiao and Du Xinxin.
'Still, this was nothing to brag about.'
'For a man, there's no greater sense of accomplishment than teaching a woman himself.'
'That process, from inexperienced to mature, was what made it endlessly satisfying.'
"Sir?"
Xu Jiao had been ready to go fully automatic, but when Qi Sheng suddenly stopped her, she looked at him in confusion.
