Inside the Land Rover, the mischievous Li Huifang was already nestled between Lin Fan's legs, greedily licking. It had to be said that despite her youth, her desires were not few; she had been baptized twice that day and still looked forward to a third battle, full of energy.
Lin Fan leaned back in his seat, smoking a cigarette, his deep gaze fixed on the street food store across the street. For Xie Qian, walking into that private room was like walking into the wolf's den; whether she could make it out alive was up to fate.
It began to drizzle, bringing a cool breeze to the night. Fortunately, the warmth from Li Huifang's mouth kept Lin Fan from feeling cold.
"Squeak!"
As the taxi pulled up next to the Land Rover, the car hadn't even fully stopped before Qu Liping, unable to wait any longer, got out of the car and leaned against the door in her pajamas and a coat. "Where's Qianqian?"
"Across the street, in private room 999."
