Liu Mang kept staring at Lu Mengyao; his wife was dressed particularly sensually today.
Although Lu Mengyao was exceptionally beautiful and had a great figure, she usually wore police uniforms or shirts and long pants, and rarely wore dresses.
Now, she was actually wearing a fiery red off-the-shoulder dress.
No need to mention the pale arms and perfectly curved clavicles.
The hem of her dress, hanging from her slender waist, was cut very high, barely covering the upper thighs, and her fluffy skirt fluttered occasionally during her passionate dance, revealing her incredibly beautiful, glowing legs.
Fortunately, this was a Lala bar, filled almost entirely with women; otherwise, Liu Mang would definitely have been enraged.
He was extremely curious about what Lu Mengyao was up to, wondering why she would suddenly come to a Lala bar in the middle of the night?
Could it be that his wife was actually a Lala, that she actually preferred women?
