Jessica, dressed in a black hip-hugging skirt suit and paired with flesh-toned high heels, embodied the quintessential professional woman.
At that moment, she leaned against the helicopter's windshield, perched on tiptoe, and giggled,
"Does it look good? I know you like this~"
It had to be said, it really did look good, the form-fitting business suit admirably accentuating Yang Ma's exquisite curves.
But fair is fair, no matter how attractive one is, wrongdoings still deserve punishment.
Jessica had the audacity to ambush him and even dared to venture thousands of miles away to the Rash Empire to purchase a helicopter.
Such brazen gall left Lu Li feeling somewhat incensed, so he did not hold back and gave her a stern lesson for an hour.
A warehouse filled with the cold iron rain was now covered in a layer of mist from the fervent breathing, while sweat completely coated the helicopter's windshield.