The spacious and luxurious bedroom was silent.
Fang Ruoxue crouched on the ground, looking up at Sun Zhe, her eyes filled with extreme disgust.
Sun Zhe looked down at her, seeing her not moving for a long time, he asked with a smile: "What's wrong, Chairman Fang, do you still need me to feed you?"
Fang Ruoxue avoided his gaze, took a deep breath, and, summoning a great deal of courage, raised her slender hands. Her ivory long fingers hooked the sides of Sun Zhe's waistband and slowly pulled down.
As the waistband slid down slowly, wild and dense hair clearly came into her view.
"Slap."
Suddenly, the hot dragon bounced out, striking her beautiful face.
A thick masculine scent rushed towards her, making her heart tremble wildly, the suppressed desire within her for more than a decade surprisingly showing signs of igniting.
She obviously found this scent nauseating, yet it was irresistibly alluring.
