Kapitel 334: Aunt Qiao Is...?

"All of me is yours…" He whispered into her ear.

Song Fengwan's heart was pounding wildly. The two of them were already very close to each other.

He leaned forward again and pressed against her. "You only want a red packet?"

Song Fengwan held her breath. Who didn't like money? If he was willing to give money to her, she would naturally be willing to accept it. But at this moment…

They were too close. She was surrounded by his aura, and his intoxicating scent of alcohol mixed with sandalwood and agarwood drilled into her bones and blood domineeringly.

"What else?" Her voice was soft.

"You don't want me?" Fu Chen leaned his forehead against hers, blatantly flirting with her.

He had drunk alcohol, so his voice was hoarse. The end of his voice sounded as if it had a hook, making Song Fengwan's heart flutter.

She lowered her head slightly and avoided his burning gaze.