"Su Qian, what are you doing..."
Dazhuang stared intently at Su Qian's graceful body, trembling as he asked a question.
"What? Don't I look pretty dressed like this?"
Swishing her hips, Su Qian slowly walked over to Dazhuang, speaking in a coquettish tone.
Her voice had completely changed by then, soft and whiny, the kind that could turn a man's bones to jelly.
Rich men all have their special kinks, relishing in something more thrilling.
For instance, a certain Mr. Zhu liked it when women wore professional outfits and black silk stockings while doing that with him.
Now it seems that Su Qian must fancy role-playing.
But here's the problem, Huan Huan and I were still here, and she really had the nerve.
I glanced at Dazhuang and noticed his face flushing red, his eyes full of greed as he looked at Su Qian.
It seemed that a woman who knows how to act coquettishly always garners the favor of men, no matter what.