Zhang Xian looked at the charming face of Fu Meiting, and just like a small pebble disturbing a still lake, it created ripples in his heart.
This damned seductively woman really had an alluring charm about her. Just one smile was enough to get people flustered. Worse yet, in this situation, this woman still spoke words full of romance to further fuel the imagination.
"Young Brother, are you thirsty?" Fu Meiting extended her small fragrant tongue, slowly sliding it across her moist, vibrant red upper lip, creating an irresistible temptation.
"Yes... a little." Zhang Xian gulped.
"Then, have some water. After that, let's go for a walk." Fu Meiting stretched out her arm and poured a cup of hot tea for Zhang Xian.
"Go for a walk? What for?" Zhang Xian asked, holding the cup of tea before downing it all at once.
"Uh..." Fu Meiting was surprised to see that Zhang Xian drank the scalding hot tea without any discomfort, and said simply, "Just for a walk."
