One was a seasoned playboy; the other, a mature and sensual woman as ripe as an apple. In that instant, sparks of love ignited. Like a ravenous beast laying eyes upon a delectable meal, his mouth swooped down to claim its prize.
When Li Yuan toppled her directly onto the living room sofa and began unfastening his belt, Qi Siyu gasped. With a coy blush, she hurriedly urged, "Li Yuan, not in the living room... Let's go to the bedroom..."
Li Yuan laughed heartily, his hands never pausing as he countered, "Hehe, Mrs. Qi, didn't you want me to sleep on the sofa? In that case, let's just spend the night together right here."
Qi Siyu's face flushed crimson. She huffed, her slender, fair arms wrapping around Li Yuan's neck like an octopus as she buried her head in his broad chest. Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz when she spoke. "I was wrong, okay? Please, carry me to the bedroom!"
"Admitting you were wrong? Are you still going to make me sleep on the sofa?"
