Mrs. Huo Should Enjoy the Sausages

Payment by his sausage?

Was he a male prostitute?

Huo Qing'ang's eyes glowered with anger, but the woman in front of him wore a face full of playful smiles. She was like an exquisite, high-class beauty who was oblivious to her own charm.

This kind of beauty stemmed from her bones, not her skin. Even her provocative and teasing gaze, like that of someone sizing up prey, became alluring because of it.

Huo Qing'ang's heart pounded like a drumbeat, and his whole body seemed to have an electric current coursing through it. He was momentarily stunned, and his dark eyes grew scorching hot.

He hesitated for a moment before lowering his gaze, and his voice deepened. "Does Mrs. Huo like... sausages so much?"

"No... it depends on who I'm settling with," Gu Pianpian shook her head, her eyes playful and her warm breath continuously brushing against his skin.