Faced with Zhang Menglong's slightly frivolous sigh, Kristen not only didn't get angry, but her smile became even more brilliant. She licked her flame-like hot red lips, and the charm about her grew even richer.
"It's a great honor for me to be friends with an outstanding man like Mr. Zhang," Kristen said as she sat down beside Zhang Menglong, a breath of her high-class perfume making Zhang Menglong momentarily lose focus, her hand also resting on Zhang Menglong's leg.
"Damn! Be friends with me? That's definitely you lusting over my body!" Zhang Menglong saw through it all in an instant.
"Miss Kristen, it seems you've been observing me all along." Having been through the gauntlet of internet celebrities and a clutch of European princesses, Zhang Menglong's resistance to women had increased somewhat; he shifted his body slightly, made some adjustments below the belt, and quickly recovered.
