Of course, Mr. Chen quickly gave her the most straightforward answer.
The room was warm and inviting.
The moment the man's thin lips pressed down, Liang Weining instinctively lifted her hands to his shoulders.
Under the fine fabric of his shirt, the hard, well-defined lines of his muscles sent waves of searing heat into her palms.
Clothes were scattered all over the floor.
Their bodies were a mess, and their breaths were tinged with each other's scent.
As the tide swept over them, the man's gentle kiss landed on her ear, and his Adam's apple moved against his hoarse voice, "Pushing the suitcase, ready to go where?"
The girl underneath him, with her rosy charm, had a mist in her eyes.
The response he received was nothing but intermittent moans spilling from the girl's lips.
It was too much for her.
In Chen Jingyuan's lust-filled eyes, a shallow smile and indulgence passed by, and he sighed, rare and helpless, that even he could ask such an ill-timed question.
