A Backhand Is a Slap

A man's greatest beauty is nothing more than having a mountain in his hands, carrying a beauty in his arms. Isn't having a beauty with wine a great blessing in one's life?

Looking at the tasty woman in front of him, Fu Yuchen had forgotten to be picky about his work and his thoughts were no longer pure.

He started to think about something he shouldn't have, and his hands started to move involuntarily.

A hand grabbed Luo Shumo's shoulder and pulled her up from the chair. She looked at him with a puzzled expression. "What are you doing?"

The suppressed anger in her tone was obvious, and even Luo Shumo's voice was low.

The one who answered Luo Shumo was his enlarged face. He grabbed her shoulders with both of his hands and slowly moved closer to her. It was obvious what his intentions were.

He wanted to kiss her, but Luo Shumo only felt disgusted, "Fu Yuchen, find out what you're doing now and get out of my sight."