"What's in the other bag, Wifey?"
"Nothing." Ning Qing stretched out her small hand to cover the opening of the paper bag.
But it was too late. The man stretched out his long arm and stuck a long index finger in. The pink shoulder strap was hooked on his finger. "A bra, huh?"
Ning Qing's face was red. She shouldn't have come here today!
"Yeah, I felt like the size before was too small, so I'm trying a bigger size..." Ning Qing's voice was like the buzz of a mosquito.
"Wifey, do I get credit for that?" Lu Shaoming placed his thin pink lips on her cute pink earlobe and spoke in a low and sexy voice while giving her a kiss.
Ning Qing was shaking. What was this man doing? Not only was he kissing her, but also rubbing his thumb on the shoulder strap that was on his index finger, like caressing the delicate skin of a woman.
When the elegant gentleman turned into a rogue, it brought about an indescribable temperament.
