"Zhiqing, does your husband like it when I do this, with such solid capital? Zhiqing, I'm finding it hard to let go now. The only problem is it's a bit uncomfortable through the clothes. Zhiqing, how about you take off your clothes? Let me get a better feel."
The wickedness brimmed in Rose's voice.
"Keep dreaming, Huangfu Meigui. Get your hands off me right now."
Bai Zhiqing gritted her teeth as she glared at Rose, her pretty face flushed, equally relentless as she countered on Rose's body.
And without knowing when, Lu Tianxing had somehow opened the door to the room, stood at the entrance, staring dumbfounded at the scene before him, his face a picture of utter astonishment as if he'd seen a ghost.
Just then, Rose was pressing down on Bai Zhiqing, kissing her lips, while Bai Zhiqing, in no way inferior, furiously pushed at Rose. And, there was a big lipstick mark on Bai Zhiqing's face, an image that was undeniably sinister no matter how one looked at it.
"Ahem, ahem!"
