"Presumptuous? How exactly do you plan to be presumptuous?"
Liu Yaqing squinted her phoenix eyes, and her jade hand gently landed on Zhou Qing's chest. Her movements were light and tender as she began unbuttoning his shirt, one button after another—slowly stripping him of his clothes. She then drew circles with her fingertips over Zhou Qing's chest as if thousands of tiny insects were crawling on his skin, causing a nameless fire to surge in Zhou Qing's lower abdomen and hot breath to burst from his mouth in rapid gasps.
"You can't take it already?" Liu Yaqing leaned her head on Zhou Qing's neck and gently kissed his Adam's apple, her voice like the buzz of a mosquito ringing in his ear, "They say the Dongguan-style service is quite unique. Looking at you like this, it seems you didn't go too far last night, did you?"
"All I can think about are your big tits, how could any other woman catch my eye?" Zhou Qing smiled wickedly, unable to resist Liu Yaqing's allure any longer.
