At this moment, Lu Moqing was enduring the discomfort. The only time he touched her four years ago left him with an unforgettable taste for her.
He had never been lustful before, and now at his age, the only woman he had ever touched was Qiao Xu. He thought that after so many years, he had long forgotten the shock and greed her body brought him.
Unexpectedly, just a light touch had completely aroused his long-standing desire for her, making it uncontrollable.
Qiao Xu ignored the discomfort on his face, forced herself to be calm, stood up from him, and rearranged the crumpled clothes he had grabbed. She looked at Lu Moqing who had just stood up from the carpet and said, "President Lu, it's time for you to go."
Lu Moqing looked at her coldly, his deep eyes exuded an overbearing aura. He took another step towards her, stretched out his hand to grab Qiao Xu's wrist, and pressed it dominantly onto his burning hardness...
