Playing the rogue was something that Wei Liao, the young master, excelled at.
"I'm talking about serious stuff, Niuniu. Do you want me to gather the troops and give Shu Shuang, the great reporter, an official welcome ceremony?"
"Stop being so greasy, don't give me that crap!" Shuang Niuniu raised her hand and slapped his hand hard, staring at him with all seriousness.
However, the slight leaning of her body, caused by the continuous stroking of his large hands on her waist, as well as the little tremble in her soft voice, failed to escape the eyes of Commander Wei.
He understood her, just as she understood him.
Perceiving her reaction, a suggestive smile, like a whirlpool that could suck in souls, suddenly surged in the man's dark eyes. Commander Wei had always known how to flirt with women.
After chuckling softly, he shamelessly brought her into his embrace, imprisoning her deeply.