Juliana Lewis put his arm around Benson Leach's neck and looked up at him. "How does Ah Cheng want to relax?"
Benson Leach lowered his head, and he could see her white skin from the corner of his eye, which made him thirsty.
Just as soon as the idea started, he was discouraged again: "If you can see it, you can't eat it. Is that relaxation?"
Benson Leach bit Juliana Lewis's lip gloomily. "That's called punishment."
Juliana Lewis could not help but sip his lips and chuckle when he saw him like this. "Benson Leach, with me, that's what you think, man!"
Benson Leach hugged Juliana Lewis tightly and said with great confidence: "Because it is you, I think of such a thing, and if men don't think of a woman like this, is that still called love?"
Juliana Lewis raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "What is this called fallacy? Don't you men have to have ideas for women?"