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"You're just messing around, aren't you?" Zhang Ziqi looked at her, somewhat speechless.
What kind of conditions does Tang Song have?
He's a young and handsome corporate executive, lives in YJTC, and drives a luxury car.
"Anyway, I just don't feel like going on blind dates right now!"
Wen Ruan picked up the remote control on the coffee table and turned up the air conditioning.
She took off her sun-protection clothing, revealing a dark blue, snug sports tank top.
She grabbed a bottle of RIO cocktail from the table, opened her mouth, and flashed her white, neat teeth.
"Pop!" The bottle cap was crisply removed.
"Gulp gulp—"
The cold liquid slid down her throat, and she leaned back on the couch with a satisfied expression.
Being chased out into the over 30-degree weather was downright sweltering.
Zhang Ziqi sat down on a stool opposite her, eyeing her undulating sexy figure with envy.