Li Nanheng took a deep breath in her palm. His pent-up emotions from being tortured by this woman for so many years suddenly surged. She was mean, but he was even worse.
And so.
Feng Ling trembled when the man suddenly licked her palm. She stared at him blankly: "What are you doing?"
The man raised his brows. If she did not move her hand away, his actions would be even more outrageous.
She quickly retracted her hands. Her face was already slightly red from the alcohol, and now it was even redder. She abruptly stood up, looking like she was about to leave.
However, before she could move, someone knocked on the door from outside. Feng Ling paused and then turned to look at Li Nanheng. "Is Mr. Mike here again?"
Li Nanheng :"…"
