The muscular man's words came to an abrupt halt as he retracted his hand with lightning speed, bending over obsequiously, "It turns out to be... Young Master Zhou, I'm sorry, I've... intruded. Please ignore me; I'll be going now..."
The muscular man skedaddled as quickly as the wind.
"Hey, you coward, what are you scared of? My husband doesn't bite. Let's all have a drink together!" Saying this, Li Qianrui touched her forehead, "My head's spinning..."
She slipped and ended up sitting squarely on Zhou Jin's solid thighs.
Su Zhishui's pupils constricted; she watched as Li Qianrui's expensive lace skirt tangled with the man's black dress pants, erotic yet harmonious, causing her pain in her eyes.
Zhou Jin extended his large hand to embrace Li Qianrui's slender waist, then breathed out a puff of smoke towards her and cheekily asked, "On purpose?"
