Under the eager gazes of Yang Fan and Zhang Yulan, Xiao Liu eventually climbed onto the tea table.
She really couldn't stand up against these two improper fellows.
Watching Xiao Liu undress on the table, Yang Fan's eyes not only brightened, his breathing also quickened.
Zhang Yulan was right, it was truly thrilling.
This woman, she understood men's preferences even better than men themselves.
Every arrangement she made hit Yang Fan right in the heart; no wonder she could devise a club even more high-end than Han Palace, with every amenity designed to captivate men completely.
"Fanzi, do you smell anything?" Zhang Yulan asked.
Yang Fan shook his head, "I smell nothing but an enticing fragrance."
"Exactly, Xiao Liu even doubts herself. How could such a beautiful woman lack confidence in herself? It's simply outrageous," Zhang Yulan said with a laugh.
Xiao Liu shyly bit her own finger and muttered weakly, "But this is just too shameful."
