"Baby... I... want you so bad..."
Perched in the passenger seat, Zhao Qian Yue, played with by Lin Fan all the way, had eyes filled with tenderness.
These fingers were good, but they were nothing compared to Lin Fan's real "weapon."
That feeling of just a tease was indeed unbearable.
"So, doesn't that mean we have to finish dinner first, and I've also promised to take Zhao Xiaozhuang and his brothers out for drinks tonight? How about we find a hotel later, where I feed you first, then cuddle and sleep with you tonight, okay?"
Lin Fan pinched Zhao Qian Yue's cheek and smiled as he spoke.
"Why stay at a hotel when we have a house? But why did you invite Zhao Xiaozhuang and the others?"
Zhao Qian Yue asked curiously. She didn't have a good impression of this disgraceful cousin.
