Third Young Master Jun chuckled lowly, his voice carrying a bewitching and wicked air; the corners of his eyes and lips indiscreetly revealed his loose, provocative nature.
His naughty hands roamed over her body, suggesting he was indeed a "decent" man.
"What are your hands doing?" she gritted through clenched teeth, the words bursting from her in embarrassed fury.
"Massaging," Third Young Master Jun replied with a face full of serious innocence.
Ye Lu's face flushed with anger, the country might change, but one's nature does not, less than three seconds had passed before he returned to his original form, this high-level, colorful wolf.
When could it be said he was ever serious, huh? The first time they met at the banquet, he had brushed a petal across her chest. There was no man more flippant than he in the world.
