I'm going...
Liu Zhizhong only felt a whiff of cheap perfume rising from behind him, but it still stimulated the man in him.
Not to mention the trembling chest, so sturdy, so bouncy, so firm.
Lin Juan's arms, with skin fair as snow and jade, were surprisingly powerful as they embraced him, trembling a bit. The strength in her arms likely came from the many years she'd spent driving cars, turning the steering wheel for too long.
Looking down, her lovely slender hands were somewhat coarse, which was distressing. Without the bitterness of life, how could one have such hands?
A strong, independent woman always deserves a man's respect and empathy!
Liu Zhizhong could even feel her passionate breath on his back, tickling him relentlessly.
But at this moment, Liu Gouwa's heart was pure, and a halo of kindness magnified around him.
He bowed his head and gently stroked Lin Juan's coarse hands, his voice still soft, like Mr. L's live performance.
