Lu Sirong placed both her hands on his neck, giggling, "Whether or not I write an IOU, discuss it with my dad. It's not my problem."
"Really not your problem?" A devilish gleam shone in Jiang Che's eyes as his hand slowly slid down from her waist.
"The idea was yours, if you don't help me, then I'll have to serve you with some 'family discipline'."
"What 'family discipline'..." Lu Sirong pretended to be innocent and clueless, her red lips slightly parted.
Jiang Che's gaze darkened, and he physically showed her what 'family discipline' meant...
After a round of exercise in the car, they stopped halfway for a break.
Lu Sirong was panting, her slender fingers tracing circles around Jiang Che's chest.
She spoke, her voice seductively melodious, "Brother Jiang Che, if I help you, what do I get in return?"
"What do you want in return?"
Jiang Che felt relaxed in body and spirit from her tender care, and the gloominess of the past few days also dissipated.
