Tang Mo'er's slim figure was trapped in a suggestive position between the wall and his broad chest.
Are you jealous?
He spoke these words in a deep and husky voice, laden with amusement. In the deep of the night, she immediately felt entranced by him.
Inside, Tang Mo'er could freely admit that the man in front of her was truly a charismatic man. Even without considering his status and wealth, he was born with a strikingly handsome face. He was in his thirties already, yet his flirting was only getting better and was really attractive.
She was 24 this year and was becoming a more mature woman. Her taste in men had also started to change, and she preferred this kind of elite businessman more. Let one, he was the President of his own company.
