Lu Nanchen's expression was extremely serious, and the more excessively clean his vibe and appearance became, the more people felt an urge to spoil it.
Men and women alike.
Yu Ting admired the sight of Lu Nanchen massaging her hand. With her wicked sense of humor and height advantage, she slowly settled onto Lu Nanchen's sturdy thigh.
"It doesn't hurt."
The girl's voice arrived simultaneously with her soft body. Feeling the softness on his thigh, Lu Nanchen momentarily paused, then shifted his gaze from Yu Ting's hand to her face, his eyes deepening even further.
The thigh beneath the delicate figure didn't move too much, ensuring that Yu Ting sat on it securely and safely.
"Song Yue called me, and said you favoured your male artists, and they traded their bodies for advancement in your agency."
Despite the scarce information, Lu Nanchen, whose vocabulary was not lacking, knew what he meant. His tone gradually deepened, provoking thought.
Uh.
