As Su Fan's rough, large hand continued downward, about to do something, Zhou Jie hurriedly spoke up.
"After we eat dinner, I'll keep you company properly, but can I cook first?"
Zhou Jie worried that if she and Su Fan kept messing around like this, they wouldn't be able to prepare dinner properly later.
Su Fan thought about it and still nodded.
During dinner later, he could persuade Zhang Haitao to drink a few more glasses of wine.
Once Zhang Haitao was drunk unconscious, then he could do whatever he wanted, of course.
Thinking this, his large hand did not continue to explore further but let Zhou Jie go cook.
But while Zhou Jie was cooking, it didn't stop him from thoroughly enjoying the pleasure of kneading dough.
The soft, tender flesh in front of Zhou Jie had a feel that was exceptional.
Normally, Zhang Haitao clearly didn't enjoy it; otherwise, it wouldn't have such astonishing resilience as it did now.