Liu Fang, somewhat scared, could only reluctantly nod her own head, an action that ignited a jealous rage within Li Qiang. The Mrs. Fang he had adored since childhood was this slutty with her late husband?
Even her back door had been explored by him!
What a pity the man died too soon; otherwise, he wouldn't be the one savoring the delightful taste of Liu Fang now.
Feeling a tad smug about this, Li Qiang reached out to caress her twitching little rosebud and smiled, "Mrs. Fang, you're such a bitch, letting people play with you everywhere."
A blush spread across Liu Fang's face, not from humiliation, but from pleasure.
She reveled in Li Qiang's contempt and verbal abuse, and now that he said this, a rush of pleasure surged through her, flooding her mind.
