Ning Qing picked Little Qinwen up and placed him by the side of the French windows, allowing him to bathe in the sunshine. "The result is that Zhou Zhilei did not allow me to participate in the red wine competition."
"Heh…" Lu Shaoming laughed.
Ning Qing turned around and placed her beautiful back against the French windows. Her beautiful legs were lazily curled up, and she lifted her hand to undo the fishtail braid that was messed up by him. She weaved her small hand into her curls. She glanced at the man. "What are you laughing at?"
He just knew how to laugh at her.
Lu Shaoming turned sideways to look at her. Her curls were lazily spread over her small shoulders. The rays of the strong sunlight streaming through the window shone on her and gave her a gold glow. The woman was attractive and mesmerizing.
"Do you need me to help?" he asked.
