Lin Tian returned to the main topic, asking, "How about it? Are you willing?"
Liu Jiao gave Lin Tian a disdainful look, "You talk as if you're sure you'll succeed."
"I don't believe it, Xu Weiqiang's wife, so easy for you to fuck, just like that," she said.
Lin Tian wrapped his arms around Liu Jiao's slender waist and whispered in her ear, "If I can't do it, would you not let me fuck you then?"
"If I remember correctly, you secretly wrote me love letters back in school, didn't you?"
"So you don't like me at all now?"
Although Lin Tian had no time for friends, he still had time to read love letters others wrote to him.
Liu Jiao struggled, saying, "Lin Tian, stop it, I'm already married."
"I can't do something that betrays him."
Lin Tian further inquired, "Not even for me?"
As he spoke, Lin Tian placed his hand on Liu Jiao's chest.
"Ah..."
Liu Jiao felt as if she'd been struck hard.
Especially by Lin Tian treating her this way.
