It is too late to regret

When the man's big palm touched her shoulder, Jiang Shuxia couldn't help but shiver slightly. Subconsciously, she tightened her grip on the fork in her hand.

When he lifted her up, she was still dizzy, and her fork landed heavily on her plate with a loud thud.

She put her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek with her red lips. "Were you thinking about it just now?"

The man boasted shamelessly, "You're my woman, so what's the harm in thinking about it?"

"Boss Ling, I think that we have just eaten our fill and aren't suitable for such a strenuous exercise!" After the woman was thrown onto the bed, she immediately curled up into a ball and sat cross-legged on the bed.

He looked at the man who was gracefully unbuttoning his shirt.

The man threw his suit jacket onto the sofa, while his eyes seemed to be filled with evil intent. He said, "That's perfect. After dinner, exercise helps digestion!"