"Ah! Miss, this shirt was expensive," Qi Yue lamented as he looked at the shirt now reduced to tatters. He was really fond of that shirt.
Leng Er fiercely said, "I'll buy you ten later." As she spoke, her hands already reached for Qi Yue's waistband.
"It doesn't have to be so direct," Qi Yue exclaimed in shock. But that was just how Leng Er was; belts, pants—within a moment, they were utterly destroyed in her hands. The next instant, Leng Er's body became heavy, pressing Qi Yue downwards.
A sly smile appeared on Qi Yue's face, "Forcing the hand of the king, huh! That's not fair, that's our men's prerogative." While speaking, he wrapped one arm around Leng Er's slender and elastic waist, and with his other hand, he supported her voluptuous buttocks. With a slight effort, he pressed her tightly against the wall.
