"I haven't thought about it yet. I'll tell you when I think about it."
"You want me to let you go?"
"No, I know you won't let me go!"
"Except for running away, I will satisfy you with anything I can do."
What Jing Jiaren was waiting for was this sentence: "Are you telling the truth? This is the last time I believe you. You know, when a person loses his integrity, it is the beginning of his distrust. If you lie to me again this time, I will
I will never trust you again!"
Ximen Longting smiled slowly: "The consequences seem to be very serious."
Jing Jiaren didn't know whether he cared about her trust, but she didn't have any gambling chips, so she could only trust him once.
"Then, for the personal dance, the prop is the gentleman on the sofa." Jing Jiaren ordered Ashley.
As expected of a professional receptionist, Ashley walked over immediately, put her arm around Ximen Longting's shoulders and began to twist.
From time to time, she stroked his strong cheeks, his neck, reached through his open collar, and stroked his strong chest.
Her round breasts pressed against him, rubbing against him and teasing him.
Ximen Longting's eyes were calm and leisurely, showing nothing unusual at all.
It is estimated that this man often hangs out in romantic places and is used to it.
Jing Jiaren said in a deep voice: "Switch to the bench to dance, and the props are the same gentleman."
Ashley sat down charmingly, her round buttocks sweeping and rubbing against Ximen Longting's thighs.
One hand grabbed his tie and breathed back and forth ambiguously around him...
A very ambiguous atmosphere was quickly created in the small private room.
Jing Jiaren felt blushing just by looking at it, but Ximen Longting actually sat as still as a mountain, with a leisurely smile on his lips.
Look at his crotch again——
No tent was set up.
Ximen Longting smiled lowly: "Where are you looking?"
Jing Jiaren was caught, and her face was greatly embarrassed: "Change to striptease!"
Ashley stretched out her hand, and the clothes supporting her breasts opened immediately, and two meatballs popped out...
Jing Jiaren no longer had the face to look at them anymore. She turned her head away and looked at the scenery outside the revolving restaurant. The restaurant moved slowly at the top of the hotel, giving an unobstructed view of the bustling scenery of City Z.
Jing Jiaren felt an overwhelming sense of oppression in the air.
After waiting for a long time, nothing happened as she expected, so she couldn't help but ask: "Did he react?"
Ashley's breathless voice came: "no!"
It seemed that the reception girl couldn't hold herself any longer and was so confused by Ximen Longting's charm and tallness...
Jing Jiaren gritted her teeth: "Can you help him with your hands?"
Ashley was delighted, she had been longing for that big thing for a long time...
Just as her little hand was about to pull up the trouser chain, a cold and hard aura immediately came over her, and Ximen Longting's palm violently strangled her wrist.
"Oh sir, it hurts. Please let go."
Ximen Longting's eyes were as heavy as the sea surface before a storm.
Although she knew Jing Jiaren didn't love her, she could tolerate other women caressing him and touching him in front of her...
Men's dignity is challenged by the most authoritative!
"Sir, sir, my hand is about to break..."
Jing Jiaren turned around and saw Ximen Longting's dark and terrifying expression: "Why, you couldn't help it anymore, so you started to get angry?"
Ximen Longting's ice-cold voice said: "Woman, do you know what you are doing?"