The white interior of the car automatically adjusted to a soft beige, as Lu Xiaoyou maintained her kneeling position on Long Xiliang's thighs.
The man's large hand was clasped on her leg, his palm burning like a red-hot branding iron.
She felt his scorching breath and his deep desire.
Lu Xiaoyou chuckled softly, "Little Liangliang, you were so anxious to carry me out from Secret Garden earlier, do you want me to satisfy you in the car?"
The man's eyebrows and eyes were profound, his dark pupils shrouded in insatiable desire, his gaze as thick as the night, dark without a trace of starlight.
"I paid two hundred million for you, and you said you'd make it worth my while," he intoned with a husky voice.
At this moment, Long Xiliang was like Flame Mountain, parched by the fire; he didn't need the Banana Fan of the Princess with the Iron Fan, he needed the Willow Branch Jade Dew from the Goddess of Mercy.
