Fu Chi quietly took a deep breath, his eyes, already filled with desire, now revealed a profound understanding.
"Anything?"
He lowered his voice, the trailing tone enveloped with warmth.
Allowing one to not notice the dark undertone.
"Why have you been there so long?"
On the roadside, a car door opened, Bo Wen crawled out of the car and yelled at the pair.
Fu Chi pursed his lips, his tongue licked the back of his teeth.
He now wished he could poison this guy.
Half-paralyzed, speechless kind of deadly poison.
Jiang Ruan felt the resentful aura of the man next to her, she raised her lips corners, stood on her toes, hooked the man's neck to make him bend down, and then lightly kissed the corner of his lips.
"Good boy."
Fu Chi's eyelashes lightly trembled, the corners of his mouth that were originally downcast, just barely stretching upward.
Seeing this scene, Bo Wen's facial muscles twitched involuntarily, feeling that he might be going blind.
