This damned woman; so she liked to look at his private parts in broad daylight. But at night in bed, she turned all coy and refused his advances.
He was starting to doubt that she was putting on a pretense, and deep inside of her, she wanted it too.
Xuxu was jolted back to reality by Yan Rusheng's accusation. She hastily looked away and wanted to bury her head in a hole out of sheer embarrassment.
This was too embarrassing.
"Third Master, this is the private room that you reserved." The waiter brought them to the second floor and opened the door for them.
The theme of the private room exuded a vintage and antique charm, similar to the style of the rest of the restaurant.
The huge round table could seat a dozen people.
Xuxu pulled out a random chair to sit down, and Yan Rusheng settled on the chair next to hers.
Knock knock knock.
The waiter was about to serve them tea when someone knocked lightly on the door.
