Vanity

"Do you think it's funny to humiliate me like this?" Duan Zhimu waved his hand away and looked at him with eyes filled with disgust. "Lengjun. You're really the most disgusting person I've ever seen. "

"Is that so? Even more disgusting than Li Jing?" Leng Jun's eyes gradually turned cold, "Xiamu, you are just being tough in front of me. Don't forget that it was Li Jing who personally sent you here. "

As he spoke, the man's slender fingers directly and gently lifted the shoulder belt of her skirt. He stroked her delicate shoulder and lowered his head to kiss her.

He was avoided in disgust by her.

He gently caressed her cheek, but the words he said were very cruel. "You hate me so much? You can't stand me alone. How are you going to treat the guests later? "

He looked coldly at her embarrassment and took pleasure in it.