Chen Fang, who had been with countless women, had never thought he would be defeated one day.
He had meticulously attended to every so-called sensitive area, one after the other.
Although Hua Limo did react,
it clearly wasn't enough to reach the peak of desire.
After working at it for a considerable time, he was sweating from his forehead.
Looking between his legs, however, it was still in a state of "drought"; it seemed that the "Vice Minister of the Revenue" nickname Wen Mei had given him also had its off days.
Seeing Chen Fang with a dejected look,
Hua Limo snorted coldly and said, "Stop fussing around, I've told you, I'm not interested in you, and don't think you can conquer me this way."
Anger surged within him.
Chen Fang reached out and flipped the lying Hua Limo over.
He smacked her bare buttocks hard, leaving a bright red handprint.
He thought this would enrage Hua Limo.
But unexpectedly, a pleasurable moan escaped her throat.
Damn.
Could it be…