Lu Xiaoyou lay lazily on Long Xiliang, brushing aside her slightly damp bangs.
Silu spoke on the phone, her words crystal clear to Lu Xiaoyou. She lifted her head, resting her chin on the man's chest, and mouthed to Long Xiliang:
"Let her bring it in."
Long Xiliang's eyes were full of displeasure; he was ready to go, only to be interrupted!
Lu Xiaoyou felt the same way. She had promised to make him feel good soon, but nothing had even started, and now she wanted to eat someone else's pastries??
"Is it that I didn't feed you?" the man gritted his teeth, questioning her with evident frustration.
Silu froze; she almost believed Long Xiliang was speaking to her on the line. His deep, husky voice was one that could make a person tremble, a voice that could send shivers down the spine, almost intoxicating enough to make someone plunge into it.
Holding the phone, Silu felt her knees weaken, her body wobbling slightly.
