A devilish smile graced Yan Qingsi's lips, "Also, I've never had sex in a Maybach before."
Her frivolous tone was aimed to mislead people into believing that she had had car sex with a lot of men before.
In the shadows, a cold aura surrounded Yue Tingfeng.
Yan Qingsi ignored his suppressed anger and started to unbutton his shirt.
The angrier he gets, the better. She was not here to please him.
The more unpleasant this was for him, the better she felt.
Yue Tingfeng's shirt was custom-made from overseas—the buttons on his cuffs even had jewels embedded in them.
As she undressed him, she said, "Weren't there rumors about me? Saying that my boobs are fake, my waist is thin because of liposuction and that my face has undergone cosmetic surgery? Even after all that, you still want to have sex with me? Now, aren't you hardcore?"
