Lu Xiaoyou let out a light snort from her nose—Long Xiliang was really such an old fuddy-duddy.
She finished the entire sandwich with the aid of his hand, salad dressing dripping onto the man's slender and attractive fingertips. She then licked off the dressing from his fingertips, her pink tongue cleaning away the salad sauce.
A tingling sensation overflowed in Long Xiliang's heart, different from when his little lover had licked his fingers before. Her damp touch brought waves of echoes to his chest.
Long Xiliang maintained the position of his raised hand, thoughtful, while Lu Xiaoyou seized the opportunity, her voice soft and charming:
"Sugar daddy~ when are you going to get me a cellphone~"
She boldly extended her delicate white hand, waiting for Long Xiliang to generously place a new cellphone in her palm.
"You have internet addiction." He did not like her attention being taken away by the outside world, "I can't give you a cellphone."
