The lingering tender touch on his fingertips made Lu Moqing involuntarily curl his fingers.
Quietly savoring Qiao Xu's words of praise and the way she straddled him on the rooftop, causing his whole body to feel lustful, Lu Moqing found himself with a dry and parched mouth.
His lower abdomen also heated up, and a certain part began to slowly swell, showing signs of standing erect.
In the future, he must never let this little demon drink alcohol again. Others only spend money on alcohol, but for her, it's life-threatening – it threatens his "big brother" (slang).
Her tender offensive killed him invisibly.
Qiao Xu had no intention of continuing to engage with him. The more she engaged with him, the more energetic he became. On top of that, she was truly famished, and Lu Moqing's noodles appeared simple but tasted as good as those made by a Michelin chef, which enticed her entire appetite.
